#coffin sex

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

There's a severe lack of coffin sex in the AO3 tags when it comes to the vampire fandoms. I know Hellsing should have it, I think I've read a fic with coffin sex, but it is rare. Hell, Castlevania is also surprisingly lacking. It's surprising. Why the fuck are the vampire fandoms less horny when it comes to coffins, while the fucking Sims and SVSS seem to have it downpat with only one having it with vampires.

[desertfangs]

Vampire Fest Kinktober Day 10: Coffin Sex

Forbidden Desires [AO3] Armand/Daniel - Explicit - 3,801 words

Armand gets a new coffin and Daniel wants to see it. And the room down in the cellar where Armand sleeps. Armand finally agrees and things get hot and heavy.

Written for @vampirefest' Kinktober, Day 10, "Coffin Sex." Thank you so much for hosting this event!

Excerpt:

“It’s my house. You can’t keep me out,” Daniel said. The argument was weak, he knew. The Villa and Night Island were in his name on paper, yes, but it was Armand’s creation, his design. 

Armand stood rigid, his arms folded over his chest. His auburn hair had been left its natural length and curled around his pale face. “It’s for your own protection, Daniel. As I’ve explained countless times, we cannot be trusted in our sleep.” 

Daniel glanced at the door behind Armand, the one that led down to the cellar and the hidden rooms verboten to him. Including the room where Armand slept during the day. The little keypad beside it sat idle. If Daniel entered the wrong code, it would blink red. Three failed attempts would lock it down for who knew how long. 

“I’m not asking to go down there in the daytime,” Daniel said. He buzzed with desire and need. He’d been thinking about the rooms downstairs all day. 

A new coffin had been delivered last night, the delivery men leaving the crate in the living room, believing it to be some antique valuable. Armand had moved it down below himself while Daniel had still been sleeping. He’d hadn’t even gotten to see it, only the empty crate. “I just want to see it.” 

Daniel felt a soft pressure in brain: Armand in his mind. Daniel thought deliberately about how desperately he wanted to know how Armand looked in the coffin, to have a mental image of where he was during daylight hours. It was only fair, after all. Armand spent plenty of time in Daniel’s bed. 

“What harm could it do?” Daniel asked.

There are lines that should not be crossed. 

Daniel laughed at the thought that had come right into his mind. He couldn’t help it. Armand said the funniest things sometimes. “Christ, Armand. Your fangs are in my throat and your hand is on my cock every goddamn night, what the hell are you talking about? Lines! I’m just asking to see where you sleep.” 

Armand stared for a long moment, and then dropped his arms. Daniel could see his hesitation. 

“Just once,” Daniel pleaded. 

Armand sighed heavily. “Fine. Once.” 

Elation danced through Daniel. Finally! He’d been eager to see the cellar since they’d moved in and now finally he could see where his vampire lover slumbered when the sun came up. 

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[lesbianwyllravengard]

No but Astarion wanting to be valued for more than sex and seen for something that's not just sex regardless of who romances him and Wyll wanting a chaste and genuine romance with sincere and committed courtship with no sex regardless of who romances him is insaneeeeee. I know everyone's talked about this before but everytime I stop to think about it I lose my mind. They couldn't be more narratively bound I'm clawing at the bars of my cage

[incorrect-gravescest]

(image is from DevLog Progress Report 5)

🩷: Heh, you know what they say about having sex while camping, Beloved. It's in-tents.

💚: ...

🩷: Did you hear what I said? I said sex while camping is in-tents beca-

💚: I heard what you said, dumbass, and the joke wasn't funny the first time! God, you suck.

🩷: Not with that kind of attitude I won't!

[lookingformoondrop]

NAJDNWKKRKW U WRITE FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY?

You're the first person I see writing to themmm I'm so happy. Can I ask Something with leyley ? If not, No problem, I accept anything

Ashley Graves (Leyley) x Reader

TW: Everyone has a foul mouth and Ashley is a little shit (oh, really?), mentions of the devil's tango (sex, gasp!), Ashley is manipulative (remember kids, never stay with someone if they act like this during arguments, even if they're goth mommies).

♥︎ I'm not sure if the people crave X Reader or just headcannons with the Graves siblings, so if this isn't what you had in mind, you're always welcome to shoot me another ask. I'm so sorry this took so long to write ;-; Thank you for your patience!<3 ♥︎

♡1,287 WORDS♡

If you ever asked about 15-year-old Ashley Graves, you'd be told one of these three things;

"She's a little psycho. I'm pretty sure she'd choke out a teacher if they looked at her brother wrong."

"She's always the odd one out. If only she was nice like her brother, she wouldn't be such a lonely freak."

"Pretty like the devil is sly."

These comments always alluded you. Ashley was by far the prettiest girl in class, and even if she was a bit curt to the teachers, she had these blossoming eyes and rich smile whenever she walked by.

One day, after watching the girls mock Ashley for the second time that day, you decided to walk up to Ashley.

Ashley's gaze out of the window quickly turned towards you as you sat down on the other side of her desk. She slowly eyed you up and down.

"Uh, I'm Y/N," you offered weakly.

"Is this about my brother?" Ashely held her face in her hand with a bored stare. "Because if this is about my brother, know that he's already called for..."

You quickly shook your head, "Don't take any offense, but I don't really care about who your brother is...I'm more interested in you."

Ashely looked startled by this statement. A small blush dusting her cheeks. She had spent a lot of time making quitters and hussies run from her marshmallow-spine brother who didn't know any better, and if she learned anything it was that they would say and do whatever it took to get closer to him.

Ashley scoffed and looked out the window again, "Yeah, right, you're probably just saying that so that I'll let you meet him."

You sighed and laid your head in your arms,

"I want to play with you... not your dumb brother."

Ashley gave you a quick glance. She chewed her bottom lip as she thought about it.

"Fine. But if I catch you trying to hang out with my brother, I'm going to punish you!"

You shrugged off that last part and nodded passionately.

Ashley didn't know what it was about you that made her laugh easily, and force the malice out of her body, but it pissed her off.

Day after day, you'd run after her with some sort of treat, present, or a friendly smile that made her day.

One day, you had come to school with a surprise;

"Jesus christ Ashley, did you fish that out of the dumpster?" Andrew walked into the laundry room and saw Ashley standing in front of the washing machine with a very deformed and crusted teddy bear in her hands.

"Y/N gave em' to me," Ashley pulled her hand away, a sticky substance connecting her hand to the deformed bears head.

Andrew was taken aback and quickly snatched the bear from Ashley's hands with a simple (grossed out) finger.

"Fucking gross Ashely! Why the fuck would she give that to you?!" He made a move towards the trash bags in the shelve, but Ashley took back the teddy bear before he could do anything.

"Don't snatch things from other people's hands, you jackass!" She held the bear close to her chest despite shivering from the unknown wetness the bear had.

Andrew visibly cringed and searched Ashley's face for some sort of explanation.

"Y/N had won this at a carnival she went to over the weekend and thought I'd like it," Ashley dangled the bear from paw to paw.

"Well if it came from a carnival then why does it look like it was gangbanged-"

"I'm getting to it!" She sighed with annoyance.

"I had thought it was some stupid ploy to get to you, so I might have...thrown it down a sewer." She shrugged that last part like it was naturally the most obvious reaction to a gift.

"While it was down there, I think the rats decided to have a piece of Teddy's face and stuffing and well... the sewer, too." At the word 'sewer', both of them looked at the drenched teddy bear that dripped ominously with disease.

Andrew put his head in his hands and sighed into them, "Why are you like this? Y/N tried doing something nice, and you...let it be beaten to death by rats."

Ashley shrugged and observed the gross teddy bear in her hands, despite it being jizzed up it was cute with its (seemingly darker...) brown fur and button nose. On its chest was a pink stitched heart that read, "I told the stars about you ☆."

Maybe it was a little dramatic to throw it in the sewer, but she wasn't about to admit that. After all, she had to get this damn teddy bear back somehow, and that was enough to convince the next guy over she regretted it.

"Do you want me to clean it?" Andrew mumbled from his hands.

"What?" Ashley hadn't realized she was zoning out.

"I said, do you want me to clean it?" Andrew looked at her with tired eyes.

Ashley thought about it for a moment and then reluctantly handed the bear to Andrew, who pinched its ear to minimize the most physical contact with the dumpster fire.

That night, while Ashley was lying in bed, she thought about why you had decided to give her the bear. Maybe it really was a ploy to get closer to her brother... but Ashley couldn't help but have fun with you. Maybe, just maybe, she could enjoy this friendship a little longer.

For the next couple of weeks, you and Ashley would hang out in spots around the city.

You'd go to the movies, window shopping, clubs (mostly to get thrown out by the bouncer), food joints, and greasy taco trucks.

Ashley would come home with a pleasant smile on her face. Oftentimes, being teased by Andrew, who said he was "finally glad Ashley found a friend."

However, this didn't mean that you were safe from Ashley's tantrums. Whenever you talked to Andrew for too long or made plans with other friends, Ashley would start crying.

This became increasingly obvious when you started becoming more acquainted with Andrew.

"I thought you were my friend Y/N! I should've known you just want Andy all to yourself! I knew it! You don't care about me at all!"

"What!? No! I was just trying to ask the time-"

"I knew it! You're fake, fake, fake!! You're only hanging out with me because of my brother. You're so selfish! Well fine, since you like him so fucking much then leave! And while we're at it, why don't you just fuck him since that's all you're good for anyways!"

Ashley laughed as she dug her fingernails into your shoulders, "Everyone is just slutting around for my brother! Including you! I should've known! I should've known!-"

In a moment, your lips were on Ashley's, instantly shutting you up.

When you pulled away, Ashley stood there shocked. Her fingernails were no longer digging into your skin but rather grazing your shoulder blades.

"Would someone obsessed with your brother do that?"

Ashley opened her mouth to speak but closed it instead. She looked down and shook her head.

"I love you, Leyley, but has anyone told you you're exhausting to be with?"

Ashley nodded and rested her head on your shoulder, "You're the one that talked to me first, Y/N. You don't get to complain."

You sighed and wrapped your arms around her. Clicking your tongue as you took a moment to process all the foul things Ashley said in the heat of the moment.

"You know, everyone was right. You're kind of a psycho." You looked at Ashley's face.

"And?" She scoffed,

"It doesn't bother me."

Ashley smiled into your shirt, "You're stuck with me,"

"Forever~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

[fuzziiwuzzii]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

❤️ Kinktober Day 10: Coffin Sex ❤️

It's very cozy in there

(uncensored here)

@vampirefest

[a-little-unsteddie]

rated m for mature themes. allusions to sex, but no sex, and references to drugs/alcohol

so i had a thought of like. sex worker!steve and famous!corroded coffin? please forgive the inaccuracy of party bus happenings, i have never not even once been in one. anyway. corroded coffin just got platinum or something for their album, maybe it was their first official album or maybe it was their second or third album who knows but! it is their first ever platinum and to celebrate chrissy (their manager) rents a party bus as a surprise with both male and female sex workers, and steve is one of them, lots of alcohol, no drugs harder than weed, wayne had kept eddie on the straight and narrow thus far.

it was just the band + chrissy, + their driver/security combo hopper, and then the three or four dancers. steve and eddie instantly click, steve having a good idea of who eddie was as part of the preparation before this specific party bus.

it wasn’t unusual for celebrities to rent the buses, so steve thought he was prepared for whatever the night had for him. except eddie immediately trips upon seeing steve because of how distracted he is by the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his lifeand steve is immediately endeared, helping him stand back up with an amused smile.

“careful, baby, don’t wanna damage that pretty face of yours,” he says, watching in glee as eddie flushes at the words, and struggles to put together anything coherent for a moment before regaining his composure.

“sorry, sweet thing, i was blinded by your beauty,” he freely admitted, a flirtatious smile adorning his face. steve laughs sweetly, and eddie knows that he wants to be the cause of that laugh as much as possible.

the rest of the band (+ chrissy and hopper and the other dancers) watches on in exasperation as they proceed to spend the rest of the night flirting and dancing around each other, steve not willing to go further then some light petting before the end of his shift, eddie desperate to get his hands on steve properly, but loves the sweet dance that they’re doing too much to push for more, definitely understanding steve’s hesitation.

come morning they’re ready to pounce on each other and the moment that steve is technically off the clock he demands eddie to tske him to his hotel room so they can have some real fun.

[coffinbrotherr]

Rb if you wanna give him a lil kiss and maybe a hug for valentines day

[bookwormbynight]

It is 12:56 AM should I be sleeping because I have work in the morning?? Yes. Instead I am thinking about Light Yagami lying pretty in a coffin.

Ugh. UGH. What's he so gorgeous for. I need him to be dead. Once again this is @huyandere's fault because they fucking drew it and it was fantastic and I'm thinking about it AGAIN. I have created literally two AUs for this and one of them is the Snow White fanfic I'm writing chapter 3 for (this is the starting post of the other one). Help help help help help.

Do you guys?? Understand?? The vision?? Light, subdued and beautiful and just an object lying dead in a pretty coffin being pretty pretty pretty?? I--

[koriand3r]

The glass coffin is everything to me. It’s Orpheus, It’s Sleeping Beauty/Snow White/Grimm’s “Glass Coffin”, It's Poe’s Pit and the Pendulum, It’s a funeral, It’s a rebirth, It’s faith, It’s damnation, It’s a comedy, It’s a tragedy, It’s victory, It’s surrender, It’s regret, It’s the nexus of all possibilities, It could have only ever ended one way.

[chekhovs-nailgun]

the route is called burial becaus andrew is going to burial 4 inches in his fucking sister

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

if you think i won't scramble for the loumand content in s3 at the sight of these fuckers in the same room, well, you're in for a nasty surprise.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

gareth, in the corroded coffin group chat: here's a list of things that eddie likes to suck: dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, balls.

gareth: [link to youtube video]

frank the freak: Ha Ha! reacted to gareth's message

eddie: i hate you so much

jeff: did

jeff: did you count out how many 'dicks' to type?

gareth:

gareth:

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 2 - In the Beginning

Summary: "What do you guys think about getting the band back together?"

Word Count: 935

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, mentions of FOI, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe. This entry for CC Fest takes place immediately preceding my Day 1 entry.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

“What do you guys think about getting the band back together?”

The words made all the guys at the lunch table freeze and turn to Eddie, eye wide, sandwiches half shoveled into mouths, and soda cans fizzing and overflowing onto fingers.

He fidgeted under their gazes.

After the uncertainty that was the end of the last school year, and Eddie's obvious absence in their lives, he had really made it up to everyone once school was out for the summer.

A few jam sessions where Ronnie and Eddie geared Gareth up to take her place as Corroded Coffin's drummer. Shooting fireworks at the quarry for the 4th of July. And an epic final one-shot for Ronnie before her departure for college.

But now school had started and...well...

Nothing.

Everything was at a standstill.

No gigs at the Hideout, no band practice. They hadn't even had their first official session of Hellfire for the year yet.

Eddie knew that he was the problem.

He'd promised himself that he would try this year. Try to be a better student, be a better friend, a better nephew. But trying was hard, it took effort. Effort that was rarely recognized, especially by classmates that despised him and teachers who preemptively decided he wasn't worth another chance.

Uncle Wayne, ever the voice of reason, suggested that he take it easy for the first few weeks of school, and for the first time in his life, Eddie Munson took the advice that was given.

He did the icebreakers on the first day of class--even made a new friend in a transfer student named Dave, who loved DnD and metal and quickly fit right in with the nerds he called his buddies--finished the assigned summer reading, and showed up for class on time that first week.

But taking it easy was just another word for boring.

He thought about it on the way to school that morning, as he drove under the speed limit, with the windows down, and the radio painfully silent: taking it easy sucked.

Where was the spice of life? Where was the adventure? Where was the music?

Where was the real Edward J. Munson?

Certainly not sitting at a stop sign looking both ways.

So Eddie decided, as he cranked the volume up as high as it could go and sped into the parking lot fast enough to leave tire marks as he skidded into a parking spot...enough was enough.

He skipped the first few classes of the day to hide in the school library and plan the beginnings of this year's big campaign for Hellfire, and by lunch he decided...

Corroded Coffin must live to see another day.

Seeing his friends look at him like he'd grown a second head now though, well...maybe he shouldn't have been so abrupt in his quest to reject boredom and conformity?

Baby steps.

"Lemme try this again," he cleared his throat and nonchalantly continued. "I think it's time we planned our first band practice for the year. Summer vacation’s over. Gareth's had enough time to break his wrists in...uh...no pun intended Gare..."

Gareth flipped him the bird.

"And Dave...you know, plays the bass," Eddie gestured to their new friend casually.

"I play the bass," Dave agreed half-heartedly with a scoff. "In orchestra. Not the bass guitar."

"Tomato potato," Eddie shrugged. "How different could it be?"

"Very different," Jeff said matter-of-factly. "They're very different, Ed."

"It'll be like learning french when you already speak spanish."

Somewhere in the depths of Eddie's subconscious, he could hear Ronnie remind him that he didn't speak either language, so he didn't really have a leg to stand on here.

"Well," Gareth's voice broke through the imagined admonishment. "It's like...like the drums right? No matter what kind of band, the drums create the tempo...the rhythm. Bass guitar or the bass in orchestra...what does that do? Creates a foundation for everyone else to harmonize with? Right?"

The other three boys stared at him, dumbfounded.

"I, uh...might have read a few interviews that Geddy Lee did about it," he shrugged nonchalantly and then found a sudden, great interest in the mashed potatoes on his lunch tray.

Eddie pointedly ignored the mention of Rush--he already gave Gareth enough shit about his taste in other music genres--but then turned his attention to Dave.

"So, what do you think? Did ya ever wanna be in a band before? I'm pretty sure I could bribe Dougie's mom to borrow his bass. Just until you're comfortable with it. Shit, she might just let you keep the damn thing if it means she never has to hear us again; she always hated having us in the garage."

Eddie continued his rambling for a minute, mouth running a mile a minute like it always did when he was excited. And that excitement was infection, and had Dave's nerves dissipating instantly.

"No, yeah, no," he nodded with a rapidly growing smile that just morphed his typically-stoic face into something made of pure joy. "I...I can figure it out. I'll give it a shot."

"That's the spirit Davey boy, I knew you had it in you."

"Speaking of garages," Gareth interjected again, potatoes forgotten again. "I can ask my mom if we can just have practice at our house? My drum kit's already there."

The group started chattering animatedly as they discussed times and curfews and set lists and warm ups.

"Alright, alright," Eddie got to his feet. "So it's settled then, Corroded Coffin is back in business baby!"

"Corroded Coffin on three?" Dave asked. It was very pep rally, but swept up in the commotion, they couldn't say no.

They counted down together.

One...two...three...

"CORRODED COFFIN!" the boys all cheered and laughed.

[crobones]

I'm sorry but I NEED Eric Bogosian to be in IWTV until the very end

[eavangeek]

Soon as I finish lunch, I'm going back to my roots. RIP to the rest of y'all, I'm gonna make that old man earn his red wings