#@CorrodedCoffinfest Spring Break pop-up event

[punkrockmlchael]

Hotter Than the Sun

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Freak (Grant) x Plus Size Fem!Reader

(Both Grant and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is: beach I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so this is dedicated to two of my Freak (Grant) girlies: @iitsmandii + @fizzing-imagines

Prompt: beach | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Freak (Grant) | Relationships: Freak (Grant) x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Freak, Pre-Established Relationship, beach, Sexual Thoughts

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pre-Established relationship, Slightly Perverted Grant based on thoughts of Reader, Smut: Oral (Fem Receiving), afab reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Grant, only goes to the beach to watch you.

Word Count: 1000

“I hate the sand,” Grant mumbled, sprawling out on the chair hidden under the large umbrella that he had placed in the sand. “I hate the sand, I hate the sun, I hate the beach.” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, come on, babe,” you giggled, looking at him as you rubbed some sunscreen into your shoulders. “It’s Spring Break, it’s a tradition to go to the beach.” You smiled, placing the sunscreen back into your bag that sat on a blanket in the sand.

“Tradition? People actually do this for fun?” He questioned, watching you rub the sunscreen into your skin gently.

“Shocker, right?” You teased, winking at him as his eyes continued to roam up and down your body.

“I’ll say,” he mumbled back, blushing slightly at your wink. He looked away from your body slightly, trying to keep his eyes off of your curves in that new two piece you had snagged for this vacation. He slowly looked back at you as you walked away from him and towards the water. The sand beneath your feet turned wet and mushy as you continued to make your way closer and closer to the refreshing ocean water.

The farther away you walked, the tighter Grant’s swim trunks grew as he just sat and watched your body shine in the sunlight like a true work of art. He always loved when you wore your hair in those tight braids down your back, he loved running his hands through your wavy hair when you finally took the braids out. The sun shined off of your body, making you glow and shimmer with each movement you made.

And the way your curves hugged that new black two piece? Fuck. That really made his mind wander to the two of you later that night… back in the hotel room, when it was just you two alone; god, he was going to get you.

He was going to start slow, like he always does. He’d kiss you softly and tenderly, kissing your lips before moving his way down to your neck and chest, leaving kisses over every inch of exposed skin. His hands would move down to your hips, holding the plush skin there firmly as he kissed down between your breasts, nipping at the sensitive skin there. He’d kiss down your soft and plush stomach, making you squirm under his touch and kisses but he didn’t care, that’s when he just pushed your hips down into the bed more.

Grant didn’t care, he just wanted to love every inch of your beautiful body. He wanted to leave kisses, he wanted to leave love bites and soft nips, he wanted to leave his mark on you so everyone else knew you were his. And, more importantly, he wanted to make you feel loved and beautiful. You knew he loved you, he always told you and he always showed you; but, that didn’t stop him from constantly kissing on your body and curves.

He’d continue to kiss down farther, and he’d look up at you through his lashes as his fingers played with the waistband of your shorts. He’d tug them down slowly, watching you move your hips slightly to help him free you from the confines of the black athletic shorts you packed to roam around the hotel room in.

And he was good, those shorts would come off with your panties in one swift motion before he threw them behind him. Placing his hands on your plush thighs, he would massage the skin gently before he opened your legs slowly, moving to leave soft kisses on your inner thighs. But he didn’t stop there, no. He never stopped there.

Because he’d move and kiss your clit gently, looking up at you as he did, watching the way you gasped and the way your eyes shut softly as your hands flew down to his curly hair. You’d wrap your fingers around the small curls carefully, tugging on them as he groaned against your clit. His arms would move under your thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him.

Grant’s tongue would then move to lick a long stripe up your folds, his eyes watching you as he did. He loved watching your face contort slightly with each moan and gasp that escaped your lips. And he’d lick a couple more stripes, groaning softly as you moaned his name loudly, tugging on his curly locks again. Your hips would move up slightly, grinding against his tongue as he continued to lick and suck at your sensitive core and clit eagerly.

“Grant,” you’d moan softly, whining when his grip tightened on your thighs as he pulled you closer; so close that you weren’t even sure how it was possible. Because his tongue continued to lick up and down your folds before he pushed it into your entrance slightly, swirling it around before you moaned louder, his name slipping off of your tongue like a small prayer.

…

“Grant, baby,” you asked, walking back towards the chair where he sat in the shade from the umbrella. He looked up at you, shifting his legs slightly to hide his erection as his gaze trailed up and down your body which was now glistening with water droplets from the ocean.

“Hm?”

“Did you see me swimming?” You giggled, reaching for a towel to dry off slightly.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I did; you looked so pretty out there.” He smiled, watching you move the towel over your skin gently in an attempt to dry off some of the water. You laid the towel down on the chair beside him and sat down, leaning back to relax and dry under the sun. You grabbed your sunglasses and slid them on, closing your eyes as you sighed contently.

Grant’s eyes ran across your body one more time before he sighed, counting down the minutes until you two were back inside the hotel room.

tagging some lovely people that might like this!: @the-witty-pen-name ; @keeryhours ; @iitsmandii ; @fizzing-imagines ; @glassbxttless ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @pupwrites ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn ; @abitchyouhate ; @cowboylikemunson

[mugloversonly]

Boys Trip

@corrodedcoffinfest pop up event “Spring Break” | rating: G | Prompt: “Beach” “Ocean” | POV: Eddie | WC:478 summary: Eddie and the CC boys go on a vacation AO3

Eddie stares at the place where the waves crash into the beach, a deep pull in his chest. He’s terrified of the ocean; it’s not a secret. Eddie hates the water and after ‘86 he thinks he’s fully justified in that.

But Gareth begged him to join the rest of them on this trip; Jeff pestered and prodded, and Bear said “this could be our last chance.” That’s what finally got Eddie to agree.

Jeff was going to college, Gareth still had a year left in high school, and Bear asked his long distance girlfriend to marry him. Corroded Coffin was dead with Eddie the only one still making music: turns out selling his songs to better bands pays surprisingly well.

He looks out into the water and sees his friends splashing and having a good time. It might be his last chance to face his fear with his friends at his side.

He puts one foot in front of the other until his toes sink into the sand and the water licks his ankles. He keeps going until it hits his waist.

He wants to go further but he’s frozen; locked in a battle of wills between his own determination and his default mode of running.

“You got this Eddie!” Bear calls from ahead. His eyes dart forward and he sees and hears his best friends all cheering him on. With a smile on his face, he takes another step. He hits the drop off suddenly and goes under.

He panics at first; arms flailing, heart racing, the salt water stings his eyes. But then he takes a deep breath (metaphorically) and remembers how to move his arms and legs to propel him to the surface. His head breaches the water and he gulps in air as he wipes his face.

The guys are right there ready to pull him out if he needed it; Gareth pats him on the back, Bear sends him a big thumbs up, and Jeff jumps to hug him tightly.

“I’m so proud of you!” He says into Eddie’s hair. Eddie moves until he’s hugging Jeff back in thanks.

“I can’t believe I did it.” He admits softly.

“I knew you could.” Gareth says reassuringly from the side. Eddie chuckles lightly, happy that he decided to join them.

“We’re not losing touch. We’re going to do this again.” Eddie says with a look that said don’t argue. The others laughed and nodded in agreement.

“It’s only the first day! We have a lot more to do.” Jeff says a look of fondness in his eyes as he gazes at Eddie. It’s a look Eddie’s seen before but has been too afraid to study. But he just faced his biggest fear so he can do anything.

He vows to himself that he’ll figure out what that means before the end of the week.

tags

@katyawriteswhump

buy me a coffee

[keaganz]

For the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up spring break event.

*This takes place in the same universe as the story Princess With a Nailbat, that was written for CorrodedCoffinfest pop-up thanksgiving event from 2024. It can be read as a stand alone and still make sense.*

How Steph got her groove back.

Promt; Ocean, Sunscreen| Rating; Mature| Word count; 999| Relationship; Established Steddie| POV; Steve Harrington| CW; discussions of cheating & Divorce, Single Mother Steve Harrington, Pregnancy, scars| Tags; AU - Modern AU, Eddie Munson Lives, Gender bending, Always a girl Steve Harrington - Stephanie Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Pergnancy, Roleplay

Steph looks out at the ocean from the lounger she's laying on, her hands resting on the swell of her stomach. She can't believe she's sitting in such a beautiful place, alone, missing her two children, pregnant with a third and seething about how her soon to be ex-husband left her for his personal assistant.

Her platonic soulmate Robin, had told her fuck Tommy and cash in the vacation before he could cancel it to get his money back, after learning he had booked it for him and Carol. Robin practically begged her to go and get her fun vivacious friend back, because she misses her. “Stephanie Harrington, you are thirty years old! My eighty old nan has more fun than you. Go out and reconnect with the slutty mean girl you were in college!’

Before leaving for her trip she went out for a fake tan, got a full pedi/mani including new nails, went to a hair salon for a trim and got her legs waxed, she kept her bush neatly trimmed and short. Her one and only Brazilian wax had left her mortified. Her confidence and self-esteem took a hit the very first morning she’d gone to the pool. Her multiple scars on display in her high cut yellow string bikini garnered judgemental looks and whispered murmurs that followed her. That and her obvious pregnancy bump while being here alone was only more fuel for the gossiping.

That morning, she had passed an older man with the prettiest brown cow eyes, well looked after bouncy dark brown curly hair. What had really caught her attention was how, apart from his face, all of his visible skin was covered in tattoos. He'd smiled at her and given her a slow once over that had her heart rate speeding up and butterflies spawning in her stomach.

A shadow falling over her pulls her from her musing as he removes her earbuds and turns to look up, seeing the handsome hunk. “Hi, do you need something?”

He chuckles lightly, his voice having a dark timber to it. “ Sorry, I guess you didn't just hear me. I asked if I could use your sunscreen. I forgot mine at home, and the resort doesn't stock the brand you have, and they can't get me a new bottle until tomorrow. I saw your bottle and thought I'd shoot me shot” He gives her a charming smile.

She sits up straight. If she pushes out her ample chest more, that's no one’s business. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, making the butterfly's return full force. “Oh, yes, of course, no problem” She swings her legs over the side of the lounger and reaches into her bag, pulling out the bottle that's sticking out. “Here you go” she goes to hand him the bottle, but he proceeds to take off his worn t-shirt. She subtly swallows as his lightly toned and completely tattooed stomach and chest are bared to her. She squeezes her thighs together as the sun catches the silver barbells in his nipples, making them glitter.

She watches him casually rubbing the lotion onto his skin, her mouth going dry while her thong starts to dampen. She'd woken up this morning with no real opinion of tattoos or body piercings, but her opinion is definitely positive now. When he places his right foot on the lounger next to her, she spots a D20 dice on his calf. Her eyes light up at recognition. “Oh! That's from the Goblins and Goobers game my daughter plays” She watches his face go from confused to frowning to brightening up in merit.

“Your daughter has good taste in games then. I won't tell her you got the name wrong” He winks and chuckles at her. She watches with rapt attention as he continues to cover himself in the lotion “ I don't think I've seen a Mr. …”

She snorts and tels him about Tommy's cheating and initially had booked this trip for him and his mistress, and she'd thought why not go because it came out of their joint account. He tisks at that and gives her a pointed once over, making her blush deeply. They spend the rest of the day talking together and simply enjoying each other's company. She can't remember the last time she actually had an adult conversation that didn't revolve around her being a wife and mother.

When he invites her to dinner that evening, she shyly agrees. She had on a whim and brought one black evening dress with her. The naked desire written clearly on Eddie's face is proof she did the right thing wearing it. The dress hugs her bump just right. All through dinner, he plays footsie with her under the table and strokes her hands. They skip dessert to take a night cap in her room instead.

She feels like a teenager again as they get caught making out in the elevator, causing them to giggle madly. Her hand feels dwarfed by his much larger one. As she leads him to her room, the thought of him filling her with his thick fingers makes her core heat up and her folds dampen. Once in her room he wastes no time in sinking to his knees, pulling her dress up and devouring her aching cunt. She nearly misses his ‘naughty Mama’ in reference to her not wearing panties.

It doesn't take her long to be reduced to a moaning and quivering mess and to cum on his talented tongue and fingers. He splays his hands on her stomach, looking up at her as she catches her breath. His eyes widen suddenly and his smile drops. “ Was that…?”

She starts laughing loudly. “Of course she's just as dramatic as her daddy. Picking the most unconventional moment to say hello”

Eddie litters her stomach with kisses. “Hi princess, I love you” He stands up and kisses her softly. “Goblins and Goobers, Sweetheart? I nearly lost it then“

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Spring Break

It's time for a little fun in the sun! Let's spend spring break with Corroded Coffin. All entries must be posted between March 16-22, 2025.

Your prompt choices are:

ocean

"I've got two words for you: Spring. Break."

seagull

keg

beach

"I don't do shorts."

sunscreen

You may interpret these prompts in any way you'd like, as long as you've focused on one or more members of Corroded Coffin. Use one prompt at a time, use them all. It's up to you. Just read the guidelines below and have fun!

GUIDELINES:

Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them!

Have fun in the sun with a word count between 300-1000 words. I'll use wordcounter.net to check your word count before reblogging. You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🌊" when it's been checked and added to the queue.

Submissions can be connected to other prompts from the pop-up, but they should still be able to stand alone.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, a rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. All explicit material needs be under a cut. All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt: Keg | Word Count: 785 | Rating: M | POV: Gareth | Relationships: None | CW: Alcohol | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Bar Gig, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, On the Road

For the artists! Art is definitely welcome! Any entries for the prompts must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this pop-up event. Thank you!

Please submit your entries between 12:00 AM EST on March 16th and 11:59 PM EST on March 22nd.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

The Waiting

Prompt: Greed | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: M | CW: Brief Sex Scene | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth/OC, Gareth & Eddie | Tags: You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too, Right Person Wrong Time, Missing Your Chance, The Waiting Is The Hardest Part, Second Chances

"She's not answering," Gareth says, holding the room phone up to his ear. 

"Believe it or not, her life doesn't revolve around you, kid," Eddie says, writing in his little notebook, not even looking up. 

Well, yeah, Gareth knows that. He does. But she also knows his tour schedule. She knows that when he gets within 100 miles of Omaha, they always find a way to meet up. It's been this way for two years. 

Nights spent together, holed up in hotels, fucking and laughing and having a good time together. Because while they like each other, they know that trying to make this work while he's on the road is a non-starter.

So, they only get nights. Great nights, a few times a year. Her in his arms, his bed, his heart. When she's there, she's the only one he wants.

It's the most comfortable and predictable thing in his life, besides music. They have an arrangement. Non-exclusive. Don't ask, don't tell. And it's worked. 

But now, she's not answering or returning the message he left on her machine, and that's never happened before. She always calls back. 

When she finally calls back, it's not what he expected.

"She has a boyfriend now," Gareth says, flopping down on the bed. "Can you believe that?" 

"Uh, yeah? She's a fucking doll. Maybe you should've committed when you had the chance."

"You know I'm not doing that until I'm at least forty. She knows that, too. I never lied." 

"I didn't say you lied, but you definitely got greedy, kid. You wanted her to wait while you were off fucking around. Did you seriously think that she'd wait forever, just on the off-chance you'd settle down with her someday? Get real. I'm sure she weighed the odds if you'd ever settle. And if you did turn forty, and magically decide it was time, what were the chances that you would marry forty-year-old her, and not some twenty-eight-year-old groupie?"

Eddie's monologuing at him. Which is nothing new. But it still makes Gareth bristle. 

"That's not. I wouldn't. I wanted her. My endgame plan was always her."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, "Well, maybe her endgame plan wasn't you."

Gareth still calls. Every time they wind through the Midwest. Two years later, he's nearly two hundred miles away in Bonner Springs, and that's further than their agreement covers, but he tries anyway. He'd make it work. But when he makes contact, she finally tells him not to call again. That if she ever wants to, she'll get a hold of him, not the other way around. 

She never does. 

After five years, they play right in Omaha, and he doesn't whip his head around with the arena lights, searching every face his eyes can find. 

But he does wonder if she married the boyfriend. If she has kids that aren't his. 

He wonders that a lot. 

They take a break from touring. He's thirty-one, and alone every morning when the sun comes up. Everybody's beat up and worn down. One year off turns into three. He's not sure they'll ever get back on the road. 

Everybody's settled down. Happy. 

Everybody but him. 

So, he pretends. Gets a girlfriend that's probably too young for him, but she doesn't give a fuck about what he does on the side, because she isn't interested in anything other than his money. 

It's not a terrible deal. He gets to fuck around, and his house isn't empty. 

Two years in, sitting across from Eddie at breakfast, he says, "I could marry her, I guess."

And Eddie drops his fork. Deliberately. Like an asshole. 

"Don't you fucking dare. You don't love her. You barely like her."

He's pretty sure he's not capable of love. Because the only time he thinks he felt it, he didn't do a damn thing about it, instead trading his happiness for his freedom.

His engagement makes the news, but so does the messy break-up, later. 

"At least you're only out a diamond, for fuck's sake," Eddie says, yanking open the blinds. Gareth hates him right now. 

"I miss her," Gareth says. 

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, "No, you don't. You're just lonely." 

Gareth rolls over, face in his pillow, mumbling, "Not her. Di."

There's a beat where he thinks Eddie didn't hear him, but he's not that lucky. 

"Jesus H. Christ. That again?" 

Again? Always. 

"You don't want Di. You just want what you can't have." 

That's not true. 

They book a stretch of shows. Gareth isn't sure it can be called a tour, it's so small. And he's pretty sure it's just to get him out of the house. Either way, they're on the road again, and he's back to his old habits. It really is like riding a bike. 

He has Steve order the condoms he likes in bulk, and fucks his way through the cities they hit. He's good at this. He's never gonna settle down. He says he's getting a vasectomy, and Eddie tries to talk him out of it. Eddie's just scared he'll start raw dogging around, after. 

Fair enough. He's overdue for a downward spiral. 

The shows are fine. But they always are. They are well-oiled and in sync, even after years off. 

Then they land in Omaha. 

There will always be a pang of hurt coming here, but it's been over ten years. She's not his, and never really was, because he never let her be. 

The arena is playing music before the show starts, as always, but tonight three out of the last five songs have been Tom Petty. It's an extra twist of the Omaha knife. 

Di loved Tom Petty. 

The Waiting starts up.

That's it. 

"Steve," Gareth snaps, "for fuck's sake. Tell them to knock the Petty off, it's putting me on edge." 

Steve just shrugs, like he has no control over it. As if he couldn't put a stop to anything with one look, hands on his hips. 

So, he's letting this happen. Asshole.

On stage, Gareth's still in a bad mood. But there's a looker in the front row, and maybe he can make that happen tonight. 

After the set, he runs off-stage and right next to Steve, is Di. Older, with different hair, but definitely her.

His heart stops. 

She's here. 

He's thirty-seven. And she's here. 

He holds the door of his dressing room open for her. He figures they're gonna talk. Maybe close this chapter for good. 

But he sits on the couch, legs spread, and she crawls right on his thighs. Then grips his shoulders, and pulls herself forward, flush against his crotch. 

Oh fuck. Goddamn. 

They tear off clothing, desperate, fingers grazing. A condom is found, and then she's sinking down on him. 

He groans, and tilts his head backwards. 

"I wanna know," she says, and he looks at her. Waiting to see what she wants to hear as she's rocking on him. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part.

Then she smiles, "Are you still a slut?" 

He laughs. Not Petty, Chili Peppers, then.

And he is. Nods. But, maybe?

Maybe, he doesn't want to be. 

"Not if you'll stay."

"Right answer," she says, teasing, caressing his stick calloused fingers. "You're not forty yet, you know?"

"Forty isn't even old." 

She laughs. 

"I was single for the first time in years, and thought, now? Then I read you were getting married."

"Not anymore," he says. 

"I know. That's why I'm sitting on your cock," she teases, and he laughs. "I didn't know if I even remembered you right. Or if you'd remember me at all. It's been years."

He touches her hair, her face, "I want you. I love you. Not telling you that, not acting on it way back then, haunts me. I lost fucking years with you."

And, yeah, he's not forty. 

But he's ready.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Well, yeah, I might have chased a couple women around, All it ever got me was down, Yeah, then there were those that made me feel good, But never as good as I feel right now, Baby, you're the only one that's ever known how, To make me live like I wanna live now Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, The Waiting

Notes: Title is from The Waiting by Tom Petty (shocker, lol) but this was also heavily influenced by the songs I Should Have Married You by Old Dominion and Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

[alicetallula]

Corroded Coffin Fest : Spring Break Pop-Up Event 2025 - Ocean - 21.03.2025

Here’s my little contribution to the @corrodedcoffinfest’s Spring Break Pop-Up event 😊💙🌊

Ocean - CaliHellSurfDrum - 21.03.2025

I was immediately hit with the image of Argyle and Billy showing a good time at the beach to Eddie and Gareth and teaching them how to surf 😊

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, graphite pencils, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light, clouds, waves and splash effects

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[medusapelagia]

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[punkrockmlchael]

Stupid Shower

Masterlist | Gareth Emerson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Best Friend Fem!Reader

(Both Gareth and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “I've got two words for you: Spring. Break.” This is very heavily based on my recent trip to Mexico because that was quite literally the shower in my hotel room! I also really wanted to write about plus size reader so... hehe!

Prompt: "I've got two words for you: Spring. Break." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Gareth | Relationships: Gareth Emerson x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Spring Break with Best Friends, Spring Break, Sexual Thoughts, What the fuck is that shower?

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Pining, Sexual Thoughts, Slightly Perverted Gareth based on thoughts of Reader, Smut: Descriptions of Oral (Fem Receiving), Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Synopsis: Your Spring Break hotel room has a nice and weird shower to share with Gareth for the week.

Word Count: 1000

“I’ve got two words for you,” you said, looking at Gareth as you placed the hotel room key to the door. “Spring. Break.” You pushed the door open and walked into your hotel room for the next week with your best friend trailing behind. 

“Spring Break in Mexico, huh? You sure know how to live it up.” Gareth mumbled, following after you. You quickly began placing your bags on one of the beds, claiming which you wanted. Gareth, however, stopped. 

He was staring at the walk in shower that sat in the middle of the room. 

The glass that looked to the room was frosted slightly, but other than that it was a completely open shower—you could see everything if you were standing at the vanity, walking to the bathroom or even simply entering the room. 

Gareth’s imagination ran wild at the sight of that shower. He thought about everything he could do in that shower—including you.

He was hoping he would catch a quick (or long) glimpse of you through the shower doors sometime this week. Catching you washing your hair, scrubbing the shampoo through your locks gently, cleaning away all the salt water and sand from the previous day. Catching you lathering up the body wash on your loofah before scrubbing away the sunscreen from the day, rinsing your entire body under the rainfall shower head. Running your hands all over your luscious and full curves as you made sure all the soap was washed down the drain. 

And you knew that he was watching, he was always stealing glances at you when he could. Whether you were in sweatpants and a t-shirt, a skirt and crop top, your two piece swimsuit that made your curves look oh so good; it didn’t matter. 

Gareth was always staring at you. 

Staring at your soft skin; he dreamed of running his fingers over your skin gently, feeling every single curve, dimple and divot beneath his fingertips. Staring at your plush thighs; he dreamed of sticking his face deep between them, breathing in your scent before licking up your folds while your thighs squeezed tighter and tighter around his head. Staring at your soft stomach and the curves of your hips and waist; he dreamed of placing his hands on your hips and waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you harder, lips moving frantically against yours as you both shared in a heated and intense make out session. 

He thought about what he could do to you in that shower. How you could both stand under that water together, hands roaming over each other’s wet bodies while your lips pressed together. He'd pull you closer to him, his grip firmly on your hips while he kissed you passionately under the rainfall shower. 

And it would only take a couple of minutes for things to get heated. Because before you knew it, Gareth would be pushing you against the glass wall of the shower, feeling up your entire body with his wandering hands. He would run them over your round breasts, over your soft stomach, over your waist, over your hips, over your thighs; Gareth would touch every part of your body, taking in and committing every little imperfection, curve, divot and dimple to his memory. 

You’d moan at the feeling, relishing in his simple yet lustful touches as he continued to move his hands down your body. Eventually he’d reach your thighs, lifting your right one up as he pushed his tip at your entrance, rubbing through your folds gently before he slowly pushed into you, letting you take him inch by inch.

He’d bottom out, moaning into your ear as he felt your velvet walls flutter around him, basically begging him to move and give you the release you needed and craved.

And he would; he would slowly begin thrusting in and out of you, getting faster each time he heard your little moans and gasps. 

Your leg would wrap around his body, pulling him closer to you as he thrusted deeper with the new found angle. Face buried into your shoulder, he’d leave soft kisses up and down your neck while you moaned again, the shower only making those moans sound louder as they echoed through the small space around you.

“Gareth, shit, gonna cum,” you’d whimper, biting your lip. He’d pick up his pace, thrusting harder and deeper as small ah-ah-ahs left your mouth rapidly.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Gareth would purr into your ear, encouraging you and praising you through your release. As soon as he heard your head fall back against the shower wall and he felt you clench and release around him, he was done for. 

Thrusting up into you deeply, he’d moan your name so loudly and pitifully as he released inside of you. Coating your walls with rope after rope of his hot cum. He’d ensure to pull you closer, making sure each and every drop stayed inside of you. 

“Gare,” you’d groan out, looking up at him with a hazy look in your eyes. 

“Yeah, baby?” He'd ask, leaning in to kiss your lips softly as you both stood in the shower together. 

“I love you,” you’d mutter against his lips. He’d smile, one hand making its way to your face gently to pull you in for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

...

“Gareth!” You shouted, standing on the balcony of your hotel room. “Come see this view!”

Gareth shook his head, looking around the room. Placing his bags on the free bed, he walked towards you; he stood beside you on the balcony, looking out at the ocean view. 

“Damn,” he mumbled. 

“It’s so pretty!” You stood at the edge of the balcony, arms resting on the wall in front of you. 

“Yeah,” Gareth muttered. He stared at your curves in front of him, watching you as you smiled and took in the view. 

It was going to be a long Spring Break week. 

Stupid fucking shower.

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Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader

(Both Jeff and Reader are in their early 20s)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “I don't do shorts.” I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so this is dedicated to one of my Jeff girlies: @the-witty-pen-name + thanks for the title suggestion hehe

Prompt: "I don't do shorts." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Jeff x Plus Size Fem!Reader | Content Warnings: Discussions of body image issues, Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Jeff, Pre-Established Relationship, Hotel Room, Jeff loves to Comfort

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Reader wears makeup, Discussions of body image issues (you are literally all perfect and I love you so much), Pre-Established relationship, Smut: Sex in a hotel room, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Synopsis: You feel self conscious about your body but your boyfriend, Jeff, helps you feel better.

Word Count: 1000

“You look so gorgeous in that dress, babygirl,” Jeff smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He kissed your neck softly, watching you apply your makeup through the mirror. “But, we’re going out on a boat today. Don’t you want shorts or something, I don’t know, a little more comfortable?” He asked, hands roaming over your stomach gently. He played with the soft fabric of your floral print sundress as he left more kisses on your neck. 

“I don’t do shorts,” you replied, blinking on some mascara carefully. “I don’t like how they fit me or how my legs look in them. I think they make my thighs look too big, and they never seem to fit me right.”

Jeff pulled away from your neck slightly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked softly.

You shrugged, closing the tube of mascara before you set it on the counter gently. “I just… don’t like how I look in shorts, okay?” 

“Baby girl, you are absolutely gorgeous in anything and everything that you wear,” Jeff mumbled, moving to the side of you. He placed his right hand on your cheek and smiled as his left hand went to your hip. “So fucking perfect in everything.” He leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. 

A blush came over your face as your arms moved around his neck. You pulled him closer, kissing him back as his left hand trailed down your thigh. He met the hem of your dress, tugging it up slightly as his fingertips grazed over your bare skin. “Jeff,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

“Yes?” He asked, trailing kisses down your neck as his fingers moved up more. His fingertips stopped at your core, rubbing over the soft lace fabric gently as another moan escaped your lips gently.

“Don’t stop,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he rubbed over your clit gently. 

“Oh, never gonna stop, baby,” he smirked, pushing your panties to the side carefully before he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you slowly. “At least, not until you’re moaning my name and cumming on my cock.”

A small whine left your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from your core. “Please,” you whined softly. 

Jeff moved to undo his shorts gently, unzipping them before he pushed them down slightly. He moved his underwear down too, just enough for his rock hard cock to spring free. He moved closer to you, backing you up so your body was against the wall. His hand wrapped around his thigh gently, lifting it up to give him better access. 

He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his tip through your folds, pushing into you slowly as you gasped loudly. Your hands moved to his biceps, gripping tightly as he pushed into you all the way. 

“See what you do to me, baby girl?” Jeff asked, groaning as he bottomed out. “You’re so gorgeous, you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect,” he mumbled, slowly thrusting in and out of you. “My favorite girl, my dream girl.” He moaned, kissing your lips as he began thrusting faster. 

You moaned against his lips, your nails scratching down his biceps as he thrusted deeper and faster. “Fuck, Jeff,” you groaned, “you’re so, ah, so big. So good,” you whined out. 

“Yeah?” He asked, smirking as he left kisses on your neck. He bit your skin softly, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild. “I’m gonna mark you up,” he mumbled. “Gonna mark you up so everyone who sees you will know this perfectly gorgeous girl is mine.”

His thrusts turned slow and deep as he left lovebites and marks on your entire neck. You moaned louder with each bite, moving your hips against his slightly. “Faster,” you begged, closing your eyes as your head hit the wall gently. 

“You want me to go faster?” He asked, grip tightening on your thigh. He pulled your body closer as he thrusted faster, adoring all the little moans and sighs that escaped your lips. “I can go faster baby, especially for you.”

Jeff’s thrusts became faster and deeper as your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. “Mm, fuck, yeah, right there,” you muttered, feeling your high come closer. 

He kissed back up your jawline and to your lips, leaving soft and sweet kisses on your lips as his right hand moved down to rub small circles on your clit. “Come on, baby,” Jeff mumbled against your lips as the circles on your clit became faster. “I feel you getting closer, I know you’re there. Come on, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

The sound that left your mouth at that point was a cross between a gasp and a moan. It was loud, it was pitiful, and it made Jeff smirk because he loved hearing your fall apart from his cock. “Jeff, Jeff, Jeff,” you moaned loudly, back arching off the wall as you clenched around him. You whined louder as you released around him. Jeff moaned, kissing your lips hungrily as he continued his thrusts until he finally reached his high as well. He released inside of you, coating your walls with rope after rope of his hot cum.

“Fuck, princess,” he mumbled against your lips, his thrusts getting slower and sloppy as he rode out his high. “You’re so perfect, god,” he smiled softly, leaving another soft kiss on your lips. “So perfect and all mine, and fuck, I love you.”

You sighed, looking at him with a hazy look in your eyes as a smile appeared on your face. “I love you, too,” you muttered, leaning in for another kiss. “So much.”

“Good,” Jeff smiled against your lips as he kissed you again. “Because there is plenty more with this came from later after our boat adventure.”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him once again.

tagging some lovely people that i think might like this!: @the-witty-pen-name ; @keeryhours ; @iitsmandii ; @fizzing-imagines ; @glassbxttless ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @pupwrites ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn ; @abitchyouhate ; @dollysev ; @cowboylikemunson ; @writhingg

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It's Complicated Pop-Up Masterlist

Another fun event has ended here at @corrodedcoffinfest! Thanks again to everyone who participates in any way to make these a success!

This event had 11 total entries from 11 unique participants: 10 Fics, 1 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

I've updated the spreadsheet with these newest entries, bringing our current total from all events to 359!

And don't forget to check out our ao3 collection!

The post for our next event Spring Break is already live! 🌊

Fic Submissions:

Follow Tomorrow by @griefabyss69 | Relationship(s): Jeff x Eddie | Rating: E | WC: 3.3K | CW: None | Tags: Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Best Friends, Dry Humping, Bisexual Jeff (Stranger Things), Post-Canon Fix-It, there's literally no angst in this btw!, Touring, having the hots for your best friend but wanting him to date someone else anyway

Damage, Lots of Damage by @thisapplepielife | Relationship(s): Gareth/Goodie (Freak), Established Steddie | Word Count: 14,297 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Under-Negotiated Kink, Self-Esteem Issues (Weight Related), Alcohol/Drug References | POV: Multiple (Primary: Gareth) | Tags: Love to Hate, Hate to Love, Idiots in Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Lack of Communication, Fighting and Fucking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background Established Steddie

uh oh, feelings by @steddieas-shegoes | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Gareth/Steve Sex | Rating: E | WC: 4,512 | CW: open ending, steve/gareth sex | Tags: established steddie, NOT cheating they're all super cool and fine with this, eddie watches, virgin gareth, first time, bottom steve, top gareth, blowjob, anal fingering, anal sex, left open on purpose because i'm insane and might continue it

Corroded Coffin Fest Valentine's Day Pop-Up: It's Complicated by @jo-harrington | Relationship(s): Jeff, Gareth, and Dave all confront their feelings on the 30th anniversary of Eddie's death. | Rating: M | WC: 2,189 | CW: Grief, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Time Skip, Older!Corroded Coffin, Canonically Dead Eddie, Mention/Implication of Kas!Eddie, Post-Season 5 World/Vecna Defeated

a right hook would be less complicated, thanks. by @the-unforgivenn | Relationship(s): Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson, background (kinda?) Eddie Munson x OFC | Rating: E | WC: 7K | CW: Cheating - but Eddie is none the wiser and innocent, your honor; unprotected sex (MM and MF ; please don’t do this), oral m receiving, semi-public sex, dirty talk, a bit of subby-ish!Eddie and a bit of mean!Gareth | Tags: 90s!AU, Corroded Coffin + Ronnie and without Gareth (yet), College!AU that follows Flight of Icarus canon with Ronnie

Another Love by @runninriot | Relationship(s): Eddie/Jeff, Steddie | Rating: M | WC: 1,966 | Tags: past friends with benefits Eddie/Jeff, newly established Steddie, unrequited love, complicated feelings, mild hurt/comfort, friendship

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch Cherry Bomb by @earthlyangelbby | Relationship(s): Love triangle between Eddie, Gareth, and oc Cheryl(Cherry) | Rating: M | WC: 3.9k | Tags: Love triangle between Eddie, Gareth, and oc Cheryl(Cherry), Mean words, Angst, Verbal Fighting, Physical Violence(between Eddie and Gareth), Hopelessromantic!Gareth, Blunt!Eddie Gareth and Eddie’s friendship is complicated

Best Friends by @punkrockmlchael | Relationship(s): Jeff x Gareth ; Platonic Eddie x Gareth | Rating: E | WC: 3,861 | CW: Confessions of feelings, Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Best Friends, Are we really Best Friends?, Why'd you leave me?, Guys discussing their feelings, Feelings Galore

This tainted love I've given by @keaganz | Relationship(s): Gareth Emerson/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Rating: E | WC: 2,704 | CW: Excessive Cursing *I'm not kidding it's EXCESSIVE*, Dubious consent, Non-consensual drug use, Toxic relationship | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, A/B/O dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Gareth Emerson, Omega Steve Harrington, Offscreen Male Pregnancy and birth, One-Sided relationship, Dub-con, Recreational Drug use, Drugging, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Toxic Love, Band Breaks up, Steddie are Dustin's parents

Wicked Game by @dreamwatch | Relationship(s): Eddie/Jeff, Eddie/Steve | Rating: M | WC: 4K | CW: use of homophobic slurs, period typical homophobia, internalised homophobia | Tags: Angst, unhealthy relationships, kind of sad, unrequited love, messy relationships, Eddie is a prick, shitty van tours, shitty motels, shitty situations

Art Submissions:

"This is my boyfriend, Eddie. And this is Eddie's boyfriend, Gareth." by @alicetallula | Medium: Art | Relationship(s): HellDrumCheer | Details: Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, colored pencils, acrylic paint pens, a metallic ink pen, graphite pencils and Photoshop for the background, stawberry print and the lettering