#breaking the coffin

[gingerfortnite]

What if I bit you back???

I’d bite harder.

[punkrockmlchael]

Rub Me Down

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader -> from this universe

(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is: sunscreeen I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so fanboy!eddie has made a reappearance for all his fans hehe

Prompt: sunscreeen | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Making out, Dry Humping | Tags: Fanboy Eddie Munson, Sexual Thoughts, Popstar Reader, Spring Break in Mexico

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Alludes to Sex but not much actual smut, just some making out and dry humping by the pool

Synopsis: You take your favorite fanboy on Spring Break with you.

Word Count: 1000

“I’ve never been to Mexico,” Eddie mumbled as he sat back in the comfortable lounge chair. “Let alone to an all inclusive resort with my own private pool.” 

You smiled at him, rummaging through your bag for your sunscreen. “Sorry,” you smiled, sitting on the chair next to him. “I prefer to have some privacy while I’m on vacation. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans… but I’d rather sit and relax by the pool without signing autographs all day.”

You squirted some sunscreen into your hands before you began rubbing it all over your body. You started with your shoulders and arms before moving to your neck and chest; you made sure to rub the sunscreen underneath your bikini straps and under all parts of your bikini that could move throughout the day. Sunscreen was then rubbed into your stomach and legs, ensuring that you were covered and protected from the sun as much as you could be.

Eddie’s eyes wandered over your body—the skimpy pink two piece left nothing to the imagination. And yeah, he’s seen your body before but still, you never fail to amaze him with those curves. 

The way your hair looked perfect still despite being up in a loose and messy bun. The way your bikini was clinging to your body perfectly; your ass looked absolutely amazing in those bottoms and your breasts were looking extra perky and round in that top. The way your hands were roaming over your own body, rubbing in the sunscreen while giving Eddie a perfect show. He wished he was the one rubbing that sunscreen in for you but, god, watching your hands roam over your own body was enough to make him drool right then and there. Drool over you and pop a boner over the thought of your hands doing the same to him. 

You looked up at him and smiled, and he returned it, hoping you couldn’t read his mind. “Think you can get my back?” You asked, shifting to your stomach.

Eddie gulped and nodded, taking the sunscreen from you before he sat on the chair with you, sitting right next to your legs.

He squirted the sunscreen into his hands before he started to slowly and carefully rub the sunscreen into your back. His hands moved meticulously over the back of your shoulders, your upper back, your mid back (he made sure to get some sunscreen under your bikini strap so if it shifted, you wouldn’t get burned). His hands drifted lower and lower to your lower back, grazing over the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“Hm, that feels nice,” you hummed, closing your eyes as your cheek rested on your arms. “Really nice, thanks, Eddie.” 

“Any time, princess,” he smiled, sitting back up. He set the sunscreen down and took a seat back in the chair next to you, watching your sprawled out body lay in the sun for a bit, soaking up the warmth.

“Did you want any?” You asked, turning to him. “I can’t let you fry in the sun on day one,” you sat up and moved towards him, straddling his thighs. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” he muttered, hands moving to your hips to hold you in place. “Please.” 

Your hands got to work massaging the sunscreen into his skin. His neck, shoulders, chest, stomach; your fingers grazed over all of his skin gracefully. Eddie watched your fingers, mesmerized by the way they moved and touched his body. His swim shorts grew tighter as you leaned in more, putting sunscreen over his entire body for him. 

It was weird, he should feel like a child having you do this but, no. He felt alive and turned on. Your fingers ran over the tattoos on his chest, nails scratching and ghosting over the skin slightly as you looked up at him, smiling that adorable smile that still makes his heart melt to this day.

“There,” you said softly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Eddie’s lips. “Now you shouldn’t burn too badly.” Eddie smiled, leaning in for another kiss after you had pulled away.

“Who cares if I burn,” he mumbled against your lips. “I have the perfect girl to nurse me back to health and rub aloe on my body all week long.” He grinned, pulling you closer to him. “The perfect girl to spend Spring Break with.”

“Is that so?” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in for another kiss on the lips. Eddie’s lips moved against yours, his hands moving up and down your sides slowly before they moved to your ass cheeks, squeezing them slightly. You gasped into the kiss, pulling away from it slightly with a small smirk on your lips. “Are you that needy?”

“You are in a bikini, sitting on my lap, absolutely glowing in the sunlight,” Eddie commented, squeezing your ass again before he leaned in, placing some soft kisses on your lips. “Of course I am that needy; look at you, princess. You’re perfect.”

“Look at me?” You giggled as he left kiss after kiss on your lips. “Look at you! My perfect little fanboy; you literally jumped on a plane with me to come to Mexico for a vacation… with no questions asked.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, groaning as you moved your hips slightly, rubbing against the erection in his swim trunks. “And I would do it again, no questions asked,” he added, grinding his hips up against yours. A small moan escaped your lips, your nails scratching down Eddie’s chest as his hands moved to your hips. “Mm, fuck, princess,” Eddie sighed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “Have you ever had sex by a pool?” He asked, smirking as his hands squeezed your hips.

“I can’t say that I have,” you mumbled, leaning closer to him. “But, there’s a first time for everything, you know?” You smiled, kissing his lips again.

“Mhm,” Eddie mumbled, moving you against his body slightly. “Definitely.”

eddie tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! (also tagging some lovely people that loved these two together the first time) @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @hawkinsmafia ; @pupwrites ; @clown420cunt ; @exploding-bonbon ; @borhapparker ; @corrodedcorpses ; @cowboylikemunson ; @alastorssimp ; @mrwinterr ; @moompie ; @riot-sounds ; @cherryc1nnam0n ; @seedlingghost ; @4everdweeb ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn

[twopoppies]

I think what a lot of people, especially those who question themselves, need to realize is babygate was a very desperate effort to divide and conquer the fandom. PR comes with a lot of strategy and imo two objectives: red pill the general public and blue pill the fans. The general public easily buys into whatever is being sold to them so it doesn’t take much effort and same goes for a casual fan like a solo. A dedicated fan like a Larrie is usually what PR targets because those fans will question every little thing and provide receipts. People call Larries cockroaches as a derogatory term but it’s also true. I think the Larry fandom is probably the strongest fandom there is in regards to longevity and organization (the fact new fans can discover most of our history very accessibly proves that) and the Larry fandom is probably the only “rpf” that has never truly been able to be dispelled or really discredited if you pay attention (which most people don’t.) Every attempt by Syco post X Factor up until 2014 was to get us to stop shipping it and take our pills, but we wouldn’t comply and in fact got stronger. So what does Syco have left to do when a fandom exposes your failure at every turn and continues to grow? Up the scale to a mind boggling degree. And what’s the best way to do that? A baby. People have a rightful discomfort when it comes to discussing children and babygate was the 1 thing that really weakened the Larry fandom and strengthened the antis. It was an embarrassing tatic but for the purpose of dividing and conquering the Larries and tarnishing our image for all time- it worked.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what’s that one figure of erik tying charles up called?? i cant find it anyone and i feel like you’d know lol

if you mean This statue

then it's by Graven Labs! 'Magneto Triumphant' to be specific

[hello-sweetheart]

Fame and Fortune

Do you dream of glory? Crowds of thousands all adoring beneath you. The roaring cheers echoing in the arena. Countless of small white lights held up like beacons creating a sea of waving stars all for you. Breathless exhilaration has your chest heaving, skin glistening and damn. To feel like a god: never ending, eternal.

What would you be willing to do to get it?

What are you willing to sacrifice for fame?

Who are you prepared to lose?

Could the love of millions be worth the love of one?

——

[Backstage: Corroded Coffin Global Tour-Los Angeles, Ca]

Eddie is pacing, more than just pre-show nerves numb his hands. His cigarette burns quickly, ash falling on the carpeted floor, but no amount of nicotine filled lungs will fix this. Gareth, his drummer and long time friend, is watching him pace, eyes pleading.

“Is it worth it, Eddie?

We all got what we wanted; why are we miserable? You can’t lie to me, we all feel it. I see it in everyone, even you! You haven’t been the same since—“ He receives a withering glare from the frontman and sighs, speaking softer.

“I miss mom and my little sister. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them… I’m no longer drawn in her crayon family portraits, did you know that? Does Anne even remember me, anymore?

How can you keep going like this and expect us to do the same? I’m grateful—I really am—for you. You got us where we are now, a fantasy that we never even dreamed would become reality. It was amazing, I’m glad I got to experience it all with you, but I’m tired. I’m so tired guys.

I just want to go home.”

The long drag he takes burns his throat,

“Look, we’re all tired, I get it. Really, I do, this tour has been… particularly grueling I’ll admit, but come on. This is our last show, the big finale! We’ll give them all we got and then we’ll be able to take a break to freshen up before doing what we do best: creating kick ass music.

Like always. You’ll feel better after this, we always do after the last show—“

Gareth cuts him off, his patience clearly stretched thin.

“No, Eddie, listen to me! It’s different this time. I’m happy with the money we’ve made, we all have enough to live comfortably and I’ve been thinking that, you know, it’s time to settle down. I can’t do that if I’m always working. This, the band, it doesn’t… it doesn’t make me happy anymore.”

Jeff stands and his imposing figure makes Eddie pause from wearing a path into the floor.

“He’s not the only one, man. Im sorry, but its killing me. We don’t expect you to give it up either, you can keep the band name, find new members, keep signing… But for us? We can’t keep going, man. This is the end of the line.”

‘Not him too. Fuck. Fuck!’

“No! What am I—I’ve given up too much for this, you can’t just, fucking, bail on me!” This band, playing with his friends, it’s become his entire world. He’s lost too much to get here.

“Woah, woah, hey! No one fucking told you to and you know it. We’ve always had your back no matter what, but anything you chose to do is on you. Not us. The least you could do is extend us the same fucking curtesy and respect the fact that we’re fucking done with this bullshit.”

His gaze is venom as he looks at band, Grant and ‘Freak’ silent but agreeing with the rest. They refuse to meet his gaze.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.” He turns and leaves. They’ll be starting in 15 minutes.

Fucking cowards. Ungrateful bastards.

A memory plays in his head. Brief and intrusive. The voice of someone long gone from his life rings in his mind.

“I’ve missed you, Ed. Are you done at the studio, yet? When are you coming home?”

“Steve, this is important. You know this. I’ll be pulling a few more all nighters here—this album has to be perfect, baby.”

A crackling sigh is barely audible through the phone.

“I know, I know. I’m just being selfish. I’m sorry. Miss waking up to you next to me.”

“Miss you too, baby. You’re my world you know. Love you more than anything.”

“More than music?” It’s a timid question.

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he’s the only one to laugh into the receiver.

“Right… night, Eddie.”

“Wait, Stev—“ fuck. It was only joke. Whatever, he’ll apologize tomorrow.

Right now, he has music history in the making.

[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.

[thebirdqueen]

Hand hurting after this 💔💔💔

[Click for better quality]

Bad close ups below

[demento-mori]

Guy who has only seen Revolutionary Girl Utena watching their second thing: Getting a lot of 'Revolutionary Girl Utena' vibes from this...

[gingerfortnite]

Eros, Desdemona, Big Chuggus

uhh.. alright I’m gonna think about this logistically- I could NOT take Desdemona or Chuggus in a fight. Definitely not, like. Ever.. I could try, sure, but I fear that may cause my death.

.. and I don’t even think chuggus is able to kiss..? Eh, whatever. Kiss chuggus, fight Eros, and I guess that leaves.. date Desdemona..? Eugh

[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.

gareth tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @darkyuffie-blog ; @luveediary ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @bastardstevie ; @pupwrites ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @hawkinsmafia ; @the-unforgivenn ; @corrodedcorpses ; @cowboylikemunson ; @alastorssimp ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @iitsmandii ; @abitchyouhate ; @dollysev

[cottoncandysprite]

Was gonna go to bed early but then I saw THAT promo image and got possessed by gay vampire thoughts

[solstrix]

Posting my little Clankie drawing on its own because they deserve it <333

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[sukei-dot-exe]

[leifbaked]

🫧😌‼️ au ❤️🩵✨

[a-mongooose]

Listen I just think they’re neat that’s it that’s the caption