#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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[veilsguard]

[pretentious-basterd]

mom can you come pick me up they are pushing the nandor guide narrative again despite doing so much to balance the power dynamic between nandermo makes me sick to my stomach when i catch you paul simms-

[fuzziiwuzzii]

⚠️NSFW⚠️

❤️ Kinktober Day 10: Coffin Sex ❤️

It's very cozy in there

(uncensored here)

@vampirefest

[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

[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

[blindvogel]

There were a few things I would have liked to address after Rook returns from the Fade. Just a thing or two that I think got swept a little under the rug. And we'll get around to it here. So. Final part. Kamari.

~~~

Its shape the absence of you (Part 3)

Compared to the grey nothingness of the Fade prison, the physical world is bright and loud and overwhelming. It’s a riot of colors, some of which Kamari realizes she sees for the first time. It’s hearing the hum of the Lighthouse, every movement of her friends is accompanied by a cacophony of sound. She never thought that the noise of Emmrich’s many bracelets could be so loud but it’s also the most welcoming thing, so achingly familiar she could weep. It’s the sensations across her skin that are the most overwhelming - suddenly she is aware of every inch of fabric and leather and metal on her body, the soft breeze of air on her face. The hammering of her heart in her chest, the stale taste in her mouth. 

She focuses on her breath, centering her mind on this simple process until some of the information hammering into her head recedes. Until she can speak, and open her eyes. 

She doesn’t focus on the strange room she finds herself in, knowing that this must be the top of the Lighthouse. Instead it’s her little family that has her full attention. Taash, towering above all of them but with the most concern on their face. Neve and Lucanis, standing close together and eyeing her over like she might grow a second head at any moment. She can’t fault them for that. 

Emmrich.

She has never seen him like this. Shirt rumpled, hair a mess and the shadow of stubbles on his jaw. As if he had fallen out of bed and not bothered with anything but being here. Kamari swallows as a lump suddenly forms in her throat, unable to look away. And he is staring back at her as if she might disappear at any moment. 

She wants nothing more than to run to him but doesn’t trust herself with those overwhelmed senses.

Taash is the one that speaks first. “What’s wrong with your eyes? Why do they look like silver pieces? Can you see with that?”

Kamari doesn’t quite know what to do with that except turn to them. “I see you, Taash. Perhaps…” Her mind reels with possible explanations and the building headache. “Perhaps just an aftereffect of the Fade. Does it disturb you?”

There’s a noncommittal sound first, then a response. “Nah. It’s kinda cool.”

She can’t help but smile. 

“You must be hungry. I’ll make a light soup, mild, little texture.” Lucanis, as always, knows how to help by making food and she is grateful for it. 

“I’ll help. Come on, Taash.” Neve chimes in and pulls the qunari with her, the clacking of her metal prosthesis on stone so loud to Kamari’s ears that she can feel it in her teeth.

“What? Why?” A pause. “Ooooh.” To their credit, Taash leaves it at that. 

Their figures recede into a corridor leading down and Kamari’s focus returns to Emmrich who has not moved or spoken since he pulled her out of the Fade. And she knows that it was him, his hand reaching out to her as she struggled to claw her way out of Solas’s Fade prison. 

Now he’s simply looking at her as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself, his body held at full tension.

Kamari drifts towards him until she would only have to reach out to touch him, close enough to notice the shadows under his eyes, the slight tremble to his lips. Her heart breaks anew in a much different way.

“I’m sorry I did not keep my promise to you,” she says softly and hears him take a deep breath.

The tension does not leave his body, and at this point it dawns on her that he is holding himself back just as much as she does. They are only a step apart and yet it could just as well be a mile.

“I have been such a fool. Before we speak of anything else, I need you to know that I never intended to hurt you and I am deeply sorry for it.”

She can’t deny that it feels good to hear him say it, to feel the knot around her heart loosen and fall away after what feels like forever. It’s written all over his face that this has been weighing on him as much as it has on her, and Kamari wishes to finally reach out to him, hold him. But she is still far too cognizant of the sensations on her skin, this painfully overwhelming feeling, and the last thing she wants is to hurt him by flinching away from his touch. 

“We both said hurtful things. I’m sorry for my-”

“No, I needed to hear that, dearest. As much as it pains me to admit it, it was my fear speaking and not my heart.” He interrupts her gently, his voice quiet and soft, curling with such hope around the endearment that she can’t help but raise her hand to his cheek, stopping just short of touching him.  

A thought occurs to her, a question she must ask to fully understand the feelings she can see written so plainly on his face.

“How long have I been gone?” Time in the Fade was nebulous, incalculable. It felt like an eternity at some points and merely seconds at others. 

“A few weeks. If you wish to know the exact number of days..” He drifts off, his eyes turn downwards, and Kamari feels her stomach drop away.

“Weeks…,” she breathes, struggling to comprehend. Then a much different issue overtakes her thoughts. If she had been gone for weeks… “Elgar’nan. What did he do? And… Solas took the dagger, left the Fade with it. What..?”

Emmrich takes her shift in tone and topic in stride, and she watches him put his feelings away for later as a more pressing issue arises. Oh how she loves this man, and intends to show him once her body stops betraying her.

“Come, there is much to update you on and discuss. The others will want to be present.”

Kamari is not surprised to hear that Elgar’nan chose Minrathous as his seat of power, though she is saddened knowing just how much this weighs on Neve. On not knowing what exactly goes on in her city, being entirely locked out. It also does not surprise her that Solas is once again leading a rebellion, working with the Shadow Dragons to keep the Blight in the city at bay. He is nothing if not true to his cause - at heart he wants to be a hero, to help and to guide and protect. Stop the Blight, stop the Evanuris. But it will not last if they let him, something will have to be done to stop him from bringing down the Veil. 

The replica of the dagger is one option. Kamari is quietly awestruck and proud of Emmrich, being able to replicate it so flawlessly, even if it doesn’t have the same powers. 

Mythal’s essence is another. In her heart Kamari loathes the woman for all she has done, but unexpectedly she might also be the solution so she holds onto that thought instead.

The briefing ends with a semblance of a plan and as Emmrich volunteers to contact all their allies, Lucanis sweeps her away for dinner. 

At this point she’s finally able to sit down, after having spent the entire briefing pacing the room, and the bowl of savory broth he puts into her hands doesn’t feel like it’s too much. Finally her senses are returned to something that resembles normal. 

“Your eyes have color again, sorella. Should be a good sign,” Lucanis informs her as he watches her sip carefully on his cooking, slowly adjusting to and then savoring the warmth that begins filling her stomach. 

He nods with a pleased smile when she finishes, then shoos her out of the kitchen.

As she heads down the corridor to Emmrich’s room, he opens the door wearing his coat and they both come to a halt for a moment until he closes the distance. There is such a serious look on his face, a pleading urgency in his voice.

“Kamari, dearest, please trust me. I must take you to the Necropolis before we confront Elgar’nan.”

That he even has to ask… 

“I trust you, Emmrich,” she reassures him with a soft determination that manages to pull a tiny smile onto his face, the first she has seen in what feels like forever.

“Thank you, darling.”

They do not inform anyone that they are leaving, or any of the Watchers of their arrival for that matter. Emmrich leads her through the eluvian and down the winding corridors of the Necropolis until they reach a section that she knows is reserved for private internments. She quietly wonders why until he shows her the way into a crypt, occupied by a single sarcophagus. A few blooms of Shroud’s Kiss have found their way in, winding around it, and flowers are hewn into the white marble - and it dawns on her that this is his. The significance of it isn’t lost on her and when she looks up at Emmrich as they sit down on the bench she can tell that he knows as much.

She swallows, has to look away for a moment as his gaze remains so intently on her face. 

“Did- we have to risk visiting the Necropolis?” she asks to finally break the silence.

When she turns back to look at him, there is such tenderness in Emmrich’s eyes, written all over his face, a worry melting away.

“I needed its subtler enchantments to detect what we must know.” A soft sigh of relief that has her heart stuttering. “There is no mark of the curse Solas left on you.”

There is a long moment where they just look at each other and Kamari feels his relief just as palpable as she feels her own, a before unspoken and unthought concern drifting away, leaving her lighter. 

Then the little smile disappears from Emmrich’s face and instead she can finally see what he has been hiding from her since her return. For a moment she sees all the pain and grief he has felt for the weeks that she was gone. 

“Darling… I thought I’d lost you forever in the Fade.” 

His voice wavers and brings with it the memory of her own fear and grief, a mirror to his experience just stretched into infinity by the Fade. She has to look away, turn her head up and look at the ceiling, afraid that otherwise the tears will return.

“Some Watcher I was, stuck in the Fade. And the worst part?” She falls silent for a moment, blinks away the pesky tears that have begun to gather in the corners of her eyes despite all her best effort. Looks down, still not quite able to meet Emmrich’s gaze. “I wasn’t afraid I’d die. I was afraid I’d be there forever.”

“You’re not. You’re here with me.” 

He says it so gently and with so much reassurance that Kamari finally looks up and again the moment returns, the feeling of palpable relief shared between them. Except this time there is also something else. She has thought it so many times quietly to herself and while she cannot yet say it out loud, there is something he must know.

She gets up off the bench, finally taking his hand in hers and pulling him up to her.

“I did have someone to come back to.”

Emmrich follows her tug easily, readily, and as she leans up to kiss him, he meets her halfway.

Pushing her way up the steep climb out of the Fade, she had thought of this moment, imagined it to keep herself going, and still it is so much more. The warmth of his lips on hers, the softness of his hair as she runs her hand through it, his hands pressed to her back holding her close. 

It is so much and not enough, not after everything.

Again she leads and readily he follows, sinking into the comfortable sarcophagus together. 

And this time is different. They’ve had great sex before but this is something else. It’s as if they’re seeing each other for the first time, all wonder and tenderness and gentle touch. It’s soft and slow and deep. Until she’s curled up in his arms, feeling whole and feeling home.

[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.

[pretentious-basterd]

idc what they do in the finale for me nandermo went cannon in S3 E8 itself !!

because why would he know that 😭😭😂😂 nan and dermo coffin sex confirmed! this one is for you nandermo nation!!

[chekhovs-nailgun]

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

[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:

[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

[crobones]

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