#Sorry for the tag Clau!!!!

[kyouka-supremacy]

hii again!! thank you for answering my asks hehe 😊🤭

Going off from your response (about the bsd ladies ✨), I have some random questions for you 💗

Who is your favourite bsd *female* character?

Who is one female character you'd want to rewrite?

And who is the female character you see the most wasted potential in?

No pressure btw!

Omg hi thank you so much for this ask I love sharing opinions almost as much as I love talking about women 💞💞💞

Favourite bsd *female* character?

All of them LMAO. But Kyouka holds a special place in my heart <3 I mean, I think she's quite objectively the best written female character in this series, if anything because she gets an actual character arc beyond the two occasional chapters of spotlight. I really like the inherent duality of her character in being both a skilled assassin and a little girl (and how it can be both tragic and hilarious! The versatility). Her character arc is sincerely compelling, I'm a sucker for any character who's just doing their very best to be a good person even when it feels like going against their nature. Her backstory is so tragic! Her relationship with her ability is so interesting! But I just love how truly… Strong-willed she is, how determined and resolute she can be; she's truly inspiring. If you ask me, she's got that charm of magical girls anime: sometimes you really need to see little girls defeat unimaginable evils with the power of love to heal your heart. And the fact that she doesn't really fit the trope of happy-go-lucky girl is all the more capturing!! Again, I really love the interior conflict - or coexistence - between her dark, ruthless side, and the side that likes bunnies and crepes and girly things; it makes her so authentically and unmistakably Kyouka. I appreciate how she's the only character who can sort of keep up with the protagonist role to ss/kk and s/kk, and she's only 14 eheh. And I LOVE her interactions with the other characters, so much!!!! I adore her relationship with Atsushi (truly. Not even remotely close to how much I talk about them), and I feel like they truly deserve each other in a lot of ways. The way Kyouka's sharp attitude and blunt personality fit and mitigate Atsushi's eternal indecisiveness and insecurity and the way Atsushi reminds Kyouka every day that she can do good and that she is good. How they saved each other and how they keep saving each other every day. I've said it a lot of times that Atsushi is profoundly selfish and that all good actions he does are to be traced back to some twisted conception of self-survival, but if there's really anyone Atsushi loves selflessly and unconditionally, that has to be Kyouka. If there is such a thing as platonic soulmates, Kyouka and Atsushi definitely are for me; they're just so siblings in a way I can't even put in words. AND AND AND her relationship with Akutagawa I've talked about endlessly before!!! Her relationship with Dazai!!! KOUYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Kyouka and Kouyou chapter my beloved aka the only bsd chapter to pass the Bechdel test). Omg potentially Yosano!!!!! Kenji Kenji Kenji!!!!!!!!! I just. Love Kyouka a lot okay she gets me emotional. Kyouka supremacy forever. (Also, she's dubbed by beloved tpn Emma va Sumire Morohoshi :') )

*Catches breath*

One female character you'd want to rewrite?

Ah, as of now, definitely Teruko. Here's the story I imagine her having: she fought the Great War by Fukuchi's side, as her second in command; despite what her appearance may have looked like back then, she's about the same age as him. She doesn't love or worship him, but she surely admires him a lot; they were comrades and she learnt from him a lot of her ideals on how soldierse have to stain their hands and do horrible, ruthless things in order for the majority of citizens to live safe and happy. She learnt to adore the cause because of him, and she's very loyal to her uniform. She started dressing as a young girl after the war ended, as a way to negate the cruel and traumatic experience of war in her mind and withdraw to the unknowing, happy times of childhood (while still staying her and self-aware; it's just an ephemeral relief). The rest of the story proceeds pretty much as it is in canon, but when Fukuchi reveals to her that he's actually a terrorist working with the doa, she doesn't side with him. She actually feels throughout betrayed, because he had been this pillar of justice and integrity for her, and knowing he was actually a terrorist left her shell-shocked. She DOES act like she's following him, because she is smart and experienced and she knows that she can't take him on her own (differently from Tachihara and Jouno who faced him alone with no backup. Lol. They're a little stupid.), and waits for the moment he lets his guard down to strike and impale him. AND NOT BECAUSE HE ASKED HER TO. WHICH IS HONESTLY TERRIBLE UNDER EVERY ASPECT. Insert here a flashback with her backstory and how Fukuchi himself taught her that justice comes before anything else, because it's the prime tool to serve citizens and pursue world peace. Interior turmoil and trauma for killing the person she respects the most ensues. Now that's how I would write Teruko, because I care about her.

Female character you see the most wasted potential in?

Probably Naomi!!! I love how sly and ingenious she is even in spite of not having an ability, I really hope we'll get to see more of her. I like the theory of her being a projection of Jun'ichirou's ability, although I acknowledge it's problematic in the way it takes away even more agency from her character; even then, it would be cool if she took the form of some kind of sentient ability like Gab in 55 Minutes, or if Jun'ichirou himself was a projection of Naomi (eh. a girl can dream). I really like @frankenjoly's headcanon that she and Mori would be besties, I think about it a lot ahah, I can really see it.

ALSO Higuchi and her ability C'MON I know it's there!!! It MUST be there because bsd so far has been following a very strict pattern where all characters named after writers have abilities, while non ability users are named after novels' characters or non-writers irl people (not to talk about Sakunosuke Oda's The Literature of Possibility passage that's mentioned at the start of the Dark Era novel, with the novel creating a DIRECT connection between writers irl and ability users in the bsd world). I really really hope after this arc is over we'll get an Higuchi arc!!!!

That said, pretty all characters I feel have wasted potential pffttt. Give Lucy and Yosano more screentime!! BRING KOUYOU BACK!!!!!! Finally elaborate on Agatha who's the only female organization leader!!!!! Gin!!!!!!! Wells!!!!!!!!!!

#Sorry for the tag Clau!!!! #kyōka izumi #teruko ōkura #naomi tanizaki #ichiyō higuchi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #people asks me stuff #Thank you again for the ask (ㅅ´ ˘ )♡

[izzypaw]

after i made the undertale ones i knew i couldn't NOT make matching icons of these 2 aswell...

#mother 3 #lucas #claus #mother series #even though there are like 15 ppl active in this fandom ❤️ if nobody uses it can just be me and my sideblog fr🔥🔥 #i like these less than the undertale ones maybe bc theyre messierr?? i mean my art is always messy but #idk whenevr i indulge in my special intrrest even literally just drawinf the characters i get this like pain in my chest and like my hands #shake which i knwo is very Not Normal i swear i love it it just makes me feel crazy anxious when i draw with the Intent to post knowing how #so so sensitive i am about it for NO reason im just veruy autistic about this game and have a deep personal connection to it #so anyway the point of that tangent was to say i dont think ill ever make m3 art that ISNT messy bc of thr shaky hands #sorry if you read allat i have a tendency to get too real in the tags #izzy art

[tf2medicsimp]

misunderstandings chart but them

#andy's apple farm #melody the moon #margret the mole #andy the apple #kamryn eastwood #arthur king #claus the clock #felix the fish #louis eastwood #thomas eastwood #dear fucking god there’s more tags for me to add i'm so sorry #andys apple farm #claus aaf #andy aaf #arthur aaf #felix aaf #melody aaf #margret aaf #thomas aaf #louis aaf #kamryn aaf #dumb lil drawings kayden made woohoo #OKAY COOL WE’RE DONE WITH THE TAGS HOORAY

[twothpaste]

🔥claus

i've never vibed with fanon claus. i kinda had to disconnect from all the popular interpretations that've been floating around the fandom for ages, before i could start to really appreciate the character. (to be clear, i'm not on about any particular folks who make fan content - i mean fanon as in the amorphous mass of trends i've seen in the fandom space over the years. i've spent many seasons out here in the mother 3 mines 🫠.) i get that as players we don't spend a lotta time with claus, and that his character leaves a lot up to interpretation. m3's writing kinda begs you to fill in the blanks yourself. but i feel like a lotta fanon perceptions of claus are, like?? re-constructed out of unrelated tropes, instead of bein' built from what we do see in the game. he'll be an edgy "insane" villain, or a dark broody antihero, or a grumpy standoffish grouch. far cries imo from the chipper kid we meet, or the harrowing husk he becomes, or the apologetic & hopeful & brimming-with-love last words he utters once he's returned to his senses. not necessarily "mischaracterization" i guess, since there's all those gaps to fill in with the masked man, and it's anyone's guess what he'd be like if he had survived. just not really to my personal taste, if he comes off like an unrecognizably different character.

what i do think is a misstep though is whenever he's rendered permanently, irreparably miserable. mother 3's whole deal is about trauma survivors finding love & hope & joy in the world despite it all. growing up through horrific circumstances without giving up on your inner child. imo it'd be kind of a disservice to the story's meaning, for claus to come back a forever broken shell of his former self. or for his death to be necessary because it was just tooooo impossible for anyone to live with that kind of damage (another reason i think he had to have been "dead all along" 😶). a bummer of a message all its own.

#ask tag #unpopular opinion ask prompt #“claus survives and he's immediately more or less normal & happy again” is also wacky #but it doesn't bug me half as bad as angst for angst's sake dfgfdhg #like i will take a silly wishful fantasy of erasing trauma over the idea that trauma victims are broken & twisted beyond repair any day #also i'm sorry but whatever's going on with clausten is like a whole other alien planet to me. those are ocs. y'all made ocs

[d0d0-b0i]

thinking bout how i blocked the kr usie tag in 2018 due to how many people misgendered kris and sexualized both of them and now i just. haven’t unblocked it TToTT

#(and i still won’t sorry ✌️ it’s a hassle going through my filtered tags) #claus if you see this i am so sorry #i agree with y’all’s beliefs though #ppl do this ship justice nowadays

[ovinaemir]

you get both of them

#arthurs messes/ #also idk if anyones done the go in the dark thing ybhgbghg i jus remember this game exists every few weeks #also silly lil guys minus the bee idk who she is *sad ball* #Also yeah i made peter the biggest mf hes canonically i guess taller and HES A BIG FUCKER SO BIG MAN #also i have no idea what margaret is i guess shes a mole?? but she look like dogy #andy's apple farm #andy the apple #god i have to tag all these mfs dont i #felix the fish #melody the moon #claus the clock #margaret the mole #peter the pumpkin #all their middle part names THE whadda way to live #so sorry for my habit of talking in the tags also i am not sorry <3 k bye enjoy

[shizukahaiji]

“Prev tags” stuff makes me a little frustrated not just because I’ve been on this site for years and the way it’s set up leaves so much work just to look at what the last tags said for little payoff but I saw the one video about people reacting so strongly to SOMETHING THAT WAS CLEARLY 999 BUT TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT??????

#I’m sorry nobody knows Santa the anime boy with the code name Santa #But I assure you he has white hair and trauma he’s not THE Santa Claus he fits #Also who started prev tags. I haven’t been on here in so long #Just cut that shit out right now #🌱💚

[16hitthunder]

👁‍🗨

The first thing that Claus does when he wakes up, is that he screams. Why does everything hurt so much!? Things weren't supposed to hurt this much!

Where was he? The walls were light blue, and the floor was green, yet also you could see a person's reflection in it.

The ten year old looked at his right arm in horror, as he noticed that it was now...metallic? and that something was stuck in it, that ran all the way to his neck. Maybe he would have found it cool, if it didn't hurt so damn much for some reason.

Not only that, but for some reason, his left eye hurt so much. As well as his back.

He thought that he heard someone's footsteps. Someone was here? Should he maybe try and ask for help? There had to be a reason why things hurt so much, right?

...Something told him, though, that it could be a bad idea. Something told him that he was in danger. He decided that maybe it was a good idea to listen to his gut feeling.

Quickly, the boy looked for a place to hide, and found an empty cabinet. As he hid, he listened closely to the sound of footsteps, which had suddenly stopped.

"...Hold on. Where's the damn brat?" One voice spoke up, clearly annoyed.

"I...I don't know! He couldn't have gone that far! Probably just found a place to hid!" The other voice had said rather nervously.

"Then, shut up and go look for him! We cannot afford to let him escape!" The first voice that spoke up yelled rather loudly, which had caused Claus to cover his ears up with his hands.

Metal is so cold. He thought to himself as he shivered slightly.

He hoped that maybe these people, whoever they were, would leave the room soon. He hoped that he would figure out exactly where he was soon as well. The last thing he remembered was...falling.

"...That's right." He muttered to himself. "I...fell." He looked at the dark blue walls of the cabinet. How did he even live?"...How am I even supposed to get home, if I do escape?" Claus started to curl up, to make himself seem smaller then he already was.

"...My family...Are they doing alright?" He hoped that they were. Either way, he guessed that the only thing that he could do was wait...He hated to do that. Though, he very quickly froze up when he had heard footsteps approach.

No. No no no no no no NO! As Claus thought that, the cabinet door was opened, and a gloved hand grabbed Claus' left arm.

"NO! LETTME GO!"

#hexesandheadaches #((I ended up writing one of Claus' darker memories I am so sorry.)) #((uh...what do I tag this as.)) #implied child experimentation cw #((Under a readmore bc it's kinda long)) #;ask to tag

[veebena]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 🎄🤍

#merry crimbus #merry xmas #merry crisis #merry holidays #merry christmas #merry chrismas 2022 #christmas #santa claus #santa hat #me #slay #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #gaskeep gatelight girlboss #idk how to tag sorry #ur mom #merry chrysler #merry crimmis

[moinsbienquekaworu]

if u wanna answer the asks: 3, 4, 8, 17?

Hey! Yeah I love talking to people 😌

3. In the summer I do, either it gets a little fresher or it stays the same, but when it gets cold I don't, I'm already shivering under my blankets :')

4. I don't think I believe in any cryptid? In general I don't believe in stuff (except like, believing in people) and I have a bit of trouble understanding how people can truly believe in things I see as folklore?

8. That I actually use, two metal ones, but I have another glass one that I keep because it's pretty? I'm not going anything with it for now, but maybe I'll get an idea for it one day

17. Nearsighted! I wear glasses all day when I go out otherwise things get blurry after a few meters. I got new transition lenses that double as sunglasses in the sun it's very fun I feel like a star hiding from the paparazzis every time the sun shines :'))

50. Oh yeah! I love seeing someone's tagged me in something, it's like, "you thought of me??" it's always fun

#i don't know if it's just how i am or if it's got something to do with the way i was raised but yeah not a big believer #not in any god not in cryptids not in ghosts #a bit like believing in santa claus y'know? #not that i'll be mean to people i just Do Not Get It #but we're used to that here at aroace central :') #bit of a tangent there sorry #thanks for the questions i do love talking to people sometimes haha #wow i have an asks tag now

[pk-anxietychild]

I like how there's just a tag for Claus which I know is supposed to be for the Mother 3 fandom but like:

There is only Claus the doggo now

#sorry claus from mother 3 who? #tags are funny #lucas has one too and its just some occasional mother 3 art and then a completely other character #mother 3 claus #mother 3 #pk anxietychild rambles

[sambadecomboscribbles]

Man, Earthbound 64 looks great guys

#mother 3 #earthbound #mother 3 lucas #mother 3 claus #if anyone gets this #I am so sorry #DO NOT TAG AS SHIP #I swear to god don’t do it

[tf2medicsimp]

i haven’t done one of these in a while I should probably change that

#trying to make up for what was essentially 2 months of inactivity rn #(i am still very much sorry about that D:) #andys apple farm #andy’s apple farm #felix the fish #melody the moon #andy the apple #baylee the bee #claus the clock #peter the pumpkin #thomas eastwood #arthur king #we’re still not done yet i have more tags to add #felix aaf #melody aaf #andy aaf #claus aaf #peter aaf #thomas aaf #arthur aaf #baylee aaf #dumb lil drawings kayden made woohoo #dear fucking god there’s so many tags I’m so sorry fuckfuckfuck

[strawberryya]

Santa baby

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

synopsis: Christmas is coming around, and you decide a new outfit is in its right place - for you and your boyfriend of course. Will he like the holiday themed outfits you have picked out enough to give you a couple needed gifts in return?

word count: 3.4k

genre/cw: SMUT, cosplaying Santa for devious purposes, idol au, establish relationship, softdom!san, sub!reader, a slight voice kink, use of sextoy, unprotected sex, cockwarming, oral sex - both recieving, borderline cumplay, soft aftercare.

rating: 18+

a/n: surpise @millennial-fangirl! I'm your cod secret Santa! I'm so sorry this took forever to finally post, but I hope you like it nonetheless!!

network tagging: @cultofdionysusnet @svthub @k-labels @kvanity-main

How would San react to the slutty reindeer outfit? Would he think the tail was cute? You imagine the look on his face as he opens the Christmas present you are trying to pick out. Usually, he would be the one deciding what you would dress up as. This year you want to try something new, you want to surprise him with a sexy new outfit. For him. 

When you see the sexy Santa outfit hanging neatly on one of the rows of the toyshop, you can’t help yourself. It was so perfect. Tiny red briefs in velour, black gloves, and a matching belt… you figured that the belt had other purposes than holding up the nonexistent pants. You want to see San in the skimpy outfit. You need to see how it would fit snuggly around his large cock, and experience the feeling of the leather gloves when they meet your plush skin. 

You are getting too excited just thinking about it, and Christmas Eve is still a whole week away. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you take a set of the skimpy outfit for San and continue browsing. 

Maybe you should get something for yourself as well? You debated it for a bit, looking at all the different seasonal and general costumes. You had quite a few at home already, with San loving to dress you up you had tried on quite a few over the years. When you spot the matching Mrs Santa Claus set you realize what needs to be done. 

After all, he needs something pretty to look at too. This was his present after all. You could hear his seductive voice as if he stood right beside you, “Such a pretty whore, all dolled up for me on Christmas Eve.”

You imagine his smirk as he sees what you have planned for him. Your stomach flutters with anticipation at the thought. He likes to be dominant just as much as you love being his submissive, but sometimes you want to be the one taking the initiative, the one to take control. Picking out the sluttiest Christmas outfits for the two of you as a Christmas gift felt like the perfect opportunity for you to do so. You get to choose what and how it is going to be done. At least, that’s what you have in mind right now. 

Before leaving the store with your new costumes, you ask for a good recommendation from the staff for your third surprise for San. A vibrator, just a small little thing that you could use as a helping hand to make him feel as good as possible. You don’t use toys on him very often, but why not? They always make you feel good. You decide to try it out this once. 

The gifts are wrapped in red and gold when Christmas Eve comes around. After a week of thinking daily about how to go about giving him the gifts with the best result, you decide to put on your own outfit and hide it under your pajamas until the right moment. 

San had not had the day off. The life of an idol could not be put off even on holidays such as this. You watch his performance on your TV as it airs, fixing your boobs in the lacy bra one last time before covering up with your Christmas pajama shirt. There was a matching velvet choker, but wearing it could ruin the entire surprise, so you decide to hold off on putting it on until later. The show was a holiday-themed special, San was acting even cuter than normal, fitting right in with his group members as they danced and pranced across the stage in their snowman outfits and reindeer headbands. It is adorable, you can’t deny that. 

San has some serious talent when it comes to hiding his dominant streak. The cute cheek pokes and eye smiles almost convince you that he isn’t the same man who had ordered you to choke on his cock just a couple of nights ago. You had gladly done so of course, but it is sometimes hard to believe they are the same person.

The door slammed shut, making you almost jump out of the couch where you were sitting while waiting for San to arrive. He seems agitated as he drops his bag on the floor. He falls onto the couch the moment he sees you sitting there looking pretty and soft in your red and white checkered pajamas. His head buries itself in your thighs, making your cunt clench a bit, but innocently enough for you to chuckle it off as you begin patting his head. “What’s wrong Sannie?” 

“Too much cuteness, can’t do it anymore. So, so tired.”

He groans into your thighs after looking over to the TV and noticing that you are watching his performance. “Please, turn that off, I really cannot look at that anymore.” 

You chuckle but shut off the TV. “Rough day then, huh?

“Very. But I am free now~,” he says, suddenly sounding a bit more cheerful, his sharp eyes looking at you instead. Arms folding to hold his head up, his biceps balancing on your thighs. He looks so charming, you think. Leftover makeup is still sparkling on his cheeks and in the corners of his eyes. You wipe his cheek gently, “I have an early Christmas present for you. Maybe that will cheer you up and get you in the holiday spirits?” 

San gives you a pleased smile in return, pulling you down with a gentle hand to kiss you softly. He tastes like chocolate chip cookies. It made you not want to pull away, but the thought of finally seeing his reaction to his gifts finally won over the pleasure of feeling his lips on yours. 

You run to fetch the box from under the tree that you had decorated together a couple of weeks ago. The shiny red and gold paper is glistening in your hands when you excitedly hand it over to San. You position yourself next to his legs on the soft carpet, looking up at him with so much hope in your expression. He’s sitting up now, the sweats he had worn when getting off work showing off his dick-print, it feels a bit like he is teasing you even though he doesn’t know it. 

“What is it?” San asks, eyebrows curiously knitting as he picks up the rather light package he had seen under the tree for a couple of days now. 

“You can’t ask me that! Just open it!” 

He doesn’t waste any time ripping the paper open after that, the red and white fabric soon appearing to the both of you. San picks up the gloves, the briefs, the hat, and the collar. There is nothing more to the outfit, it’s honestly even less fabric than what you have on underneath your pajamas… You watched his face turn from a small smile into a dark smirk. 

“Are these for me, baby?” 

You nod, meeting his piercing gaze. Heat spread across your skin when San stood up without a word, throwing off his shirt, picking up the tiny Santa collar, and putting it on without much effort. He had practiced putting variations of these on your neck for years, and it wasn’t much harder adorning his own neck with one. 

His proportions always stunned you, and seeing him so causally pulling his pants down to reveal his large bulge sitting prettily in his boxers made your mouth water. His body is seductive, that was the only way to put it. The small red and white briefs are quickly pulled on, and you can’t help but be a bit sad that he was putting on more clothes right now, even though you loved seeing him try on his Christmas present just as you had planned. 

“Will you hand me those, love?” Obediently you hand over the black gloves and the hat he pointed toward, earning a “Good girl,” from San. The way his voice isn’t hiding the smirk behind those words is making your walls clench around nothing. He is a vision when he stands towering above you, your eyes flickering over the details of his body. Gloves snuggly hugging his hands, arms veiny just like the pretty part right above the edge of the snug briefs. He has gotten so big during the last couple of years, his broad shoulders make you want to throw your arms around him, inviting him to do whatever he pleases tonight. 

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

“Very much, San, I like it a lot,” you agree, gaze still wandering between the different parts of his body. 

He scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much? Have you been a good enough whore this year to act this shamelessly? And you know very well that it’s Sir.” 

You suck in a breath. His stern, but teasing tone made your heart beat faster. Not to mention the way his gloved hand has begun fondling his clothed cock. 

“I have been a very good whore, Sir.” 

“Oh, really?” San flirts, a smirk growing wide on his lips when you begin unbuttoning your shirt. You look down, intimidated by the way he watched you, embarrassed about having planned this entire thing out as a Christmas gift. When the red fabric covering your breast begins to show he bends down to your level on the floor, a leather-gloved hand lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him while you pull the rest of your pajama shirt off. 

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, won’t you?”

You do as he wishes. Your breath is shallow as you let him inspect your figure, still kneeling on the floor in front of him. Your tits are barely being held back by the red lace. You wait until San nods with approval at your new lingerie. He sits back down on the couch, your gaze catching the way his bulge has grown even more. 

“Are you all dolled up for me, baby?” He asks, not expecting any answer. “Will you show me the rest of your outfit now?”

You were reminded of the collar you had hidden in your pocket, pulling it out and handing it over to San submissively. “Could you help me put it on, Sir?” 

With a swift hand, San helps you snap the collar in place. The golden bells that adorn it ring prettily as you run your fingers over it. His touch lingered on your neck, the warmth of his hand chasing chills right down to where the heat had begun pooling between your legs. Without a word, you stand up. Carefully pushing down your pants to reveal the last piece of your outfit. The lace is already sticking to your wet lips. It’s a lewd sight, the fabric covering almost nothing, your bra making your tits look like they were about to burst the tiny thing open at the seams, and the collar ringing softly as your breath moved your chest.

”Like it?” 

“Of course I like it. You have indeed been a good little whore this year,” San responds, his eyes meeting yours with hunger. “Come here, pretty girl.”

You straddled him without hesitation, needy for his touch. San’s hands quickly find your curves, gently caressing you with familiarity and need. His erection presses deliciously against your cunt, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. 

You kiss down his body, eager to please him with your mouth when you remember that you have almost forgotten about the third gift. “Wait! I have one more thing,” you mumble, getting yourself off from your confused (and horny) boyfriend. When you returned with yet another gift in your hands San doesn’t hesitate for a second to rip it open to see what could be more important than an orgasm right now. The tiny red vibrator that he unwrapped was a good answer to his questions. 

“For you?” he asks. 

“No, for you.”

San’s eyes widen when you take the vibrator from him. You had made sure it was ready for use right away. Proud to have prepared so thoroughly, you giggle a bit as you start kissing up his thigh, knees firmly planted on the carpet again, hands fondling San’s erection. It’s fun challenging San’s authority in this way. His hard cock smacks up against his abdomen when you pull down the fabric covering him. He groans above you as you lick along his needy shaft. You let your saliva drip down, sucking gently on his reddened tip. One of your hands works at the base of his erection, and the other fiddles carefully with the vibrator. A slow buzzing sound melts together with San’s pretty sounds as you press it against his hip, slowly dragging it toward his hardness. You hollowed your cheeks, letting the vibrations of the toy go through his hardness, softly at first. 

He jerks up into your mouth, his body fighting to regain control over the situation. With a firm grip, he pushes your head down further on his needy cock. He’s lost in the chase of his own high, the way you are gagging around him only taking him closer to the edge. Your pussy clenches uncontrollably, even when he isn’t ordering you around with words. His actions always manage to give him the upper hand in these situations. He cums down your throat with a series of moans, so pretty you almost begin detesting the vibrator for giving off any sound at all that distracts your ears from hearing him. You let him fuck your throat until he pulls you off of him, teary-eyed and heaving for air. 

“So good for me, fuck-” he gasps out. He looks down at you, hands desperately clinging to his thighs, your nipples having been pushed up above the edge of your tiny bra, hardened and suckable. Cum is dripping from the corner of your mouth, he reaches up a gloved hand, wiping it up only to order you to open your mouth once again. You lick the tiny amount of spilled cum from the black leather. 

You are becoming needy. As much as you love pleasing him, you crave his touch too. Will he grant your wish if you simply ask? It was always a gamble, whether or not he would continue to play with you or please you like you needed. 

He was always careful not to move too fast, loving to tease you and play with you until you were ready to take him inside of you. But after preparing for the surprise and wearing the sexy lingerie while lounging around, and then seeing just how quickly San had slipped into the usual dynamic between the two of you, you felt like you could take him with ease. 

To be completely honest, you are more than convinced that you can take him. Your cunt aches for him. 

“If you don’t stop wiggling your ass like that I might think that you’re already ready for me to get a taste of that sweet pussy,” San smirks as he watches your thighs squeeze together in search of some relief. 

“I’m ready for you, Santa baby.”

“That’s cute,” he scoffs, “You seem like an eager little whore today.”

He gives you a look of mischief. An expression you love seeing, since it tells you that he has made his plans for what to do with you next.

“Can you lay down for me, pretty girl?”

You rise from the floor and position yourself next to San, your pussy available for him to use as he sees fit. The black leather gloves he still wears touch down on your soft thighs, helping you spread your legs for San to see just how wet you have gotten. With a swift finger, he pulls your red panties aside, watching as your folds spread beautifully. Slick and glistening. 

He hums, “Such a sweet pussy you have, baby. I just can’t get enough…” 

You gasp as he dives in for a taste, finally giving you something to help satisfy your urges. His tongue swipes at your pussy lips, lips kissing your clit, eyes closed, and his moans reveal just how much he’s enjoying himself as he eats you out. 

A warm feeling spreads throughout your body when he sucks on your clit as a finger or two begin slipping into you and curling against your sensitive spot. He has a talent for making you cum fast, and hard. You are grinding up against his face when your first orgasm washes over you. 

He works you through it, kisses against your inner thighs and a calming touch making sure you ride it out until you are panting and begging him for another. 

San’s eyes shine at the pleading sounds. “My very own little whore, so desperate for cock.”

“Please… just one more!” 

“I need to give you something back for this wonderful Christmas present, don’t I? A couple more orgasms sound like a good idea to me,” he says as he pulls you up by your arms, and with your assistance, you are now straddling him as he kisses you. He doesn’t taste like chocolate chip cookies anymore, now he tastes of you. It makes you feel dizzy. 

You slip onto his hard erection, taking him in with a moan. He helps you start bouncing on his lap, the bells around your neck ringing softly as he stretches you out. The gloves aid him in holding a steady grip around your hips and thighs as he lifts you as much as he can while simultaneously watching your pussy coating his cock in your slick. His muscles become even more defined with each curl. You can’t take your eyes away from him. You whimper that you are close, and in response, San reaches down to pick up the tiny vibrator that lies next to him on the couch. 

He presses the toy against your clit, your walls contracting around his length at the sensation. You are coming undone within seconds, but he doesn’t remove the vibrations, overstimulating you until you are squirming on his lap. Nails clawing at his bare, sweaty shoulders, and walls squeezing him uncontrollably. 

You didn’t mean to come a second time, but when you go silent, and your entire body tenses against him San knows that he has succeeded in returning the favor. He cums inside of you, filling you up, eager to see it run out of you. He would’ve eaten it out of you, but you are already spent. Next time, he decides. 

With a soft hand, he removes the toy from you, a gentle touch soothing your clit while you whimper at how sensitive he has gotten you. He lets you calm down, his cock softening inside of your warmth, just how you like it. It makes you feel close to him when he lets you feel him like that. 

“I’ll go get some towels, could you stay right here for me baby?” he says, soft voice feeling like a warm blanket around your exhausted mind. You nod and slide off of him, missing his warmth the moment his arms let you go. He comes back with damp towels and water, making sure you’re cleaned up completely, and that you drink the entire glass of water before he finally forces you on your feet so you can go to the bathroom. He has taken the Santa outfit off, instead, he’s dressed in the nice grey sweats from before and a simple t-shirt. He dresses you in your softest pajamas and gives you new underwear. He patts your hair while he snuggles up next to you in your shared bed. The lights from the Christmas tree shine their warm light all the way to the bedroom. You let San take care of you completely, falling asleep in his warm embrace after having begged him for at least ten kisses. 

“Thank you, that was a really nice present, baby.”

You smiled a drowsy smile, “I’m gonna have to think up something for New Year’s now because I wanna do this again…”

“Maybe I could be the one to surprise you, I have some ideas already,” San said and pulled you even closer, fingers running softly across your back. 

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[janaispunk]

joel miller - oneshots - part 3

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give by @goodwithcheese

saints and sinners by @loquaciousferret (featuring javier peña)

playing santa by @jksprincess10

but, baby, it's cold outside, consequences & the number is not available at the moment by @iamasaddie

a heart for melting by @joelscurls

santa claus is comin' (to town) & starving by @palioom

snowflakes, a fireplace, and you by @swiftispunk

these boots were made for riding by @pedgito

what takes the edge off by @sweetercalypso

first few dates & glimpse of us by @pascalpvnk

listen by @luxurychristmaspudding (featuring frankie morales & santi garcia)

joel nye, the science guy by @endlessthxxghts

say yes to heaven by @psychedelic-ink

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new beginnings by @wethairjoel (featuring tommy miller)

team spirit & treat you right by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

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[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 22 Prompt: Santa Shenanigans

Tags: Established Relationships, Recreational Drug Use, Banter, Humor

wc: 1628 | Rating: T

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Steve and Eddie are in the midst of a never-ending card game of War when the stairs leading up to Eddie’s front door creak letting them know Jonathan’s arrived. He called half an hour ago, wondering if Eddie was free for a hang out with him and Mary Jane.

It’s not uncommon for the two of them to shoot the shit while getting high, but usually, Steve’s not there. It’s not that he and Jonathan aren’t cool with each other — they are! Eddie and Jonathan usually hang out when Steve’s scheduled for work, is all.

As Eddie struggles to get himself off the floor, grumbling and swearing the entire time, Steve focuses his attention on cleaning up the cards. There’s no point in littering the table with more shit when they’re about to get high. Besides, he was getting tired of the game anyway.

“Thanks again for letting me come over on short notice,” Jonathan says, voice slightly muffled meaning he hasn’t stepped inside yet.

“Anytime, man,” Eddie says. “My humble abode is your humble abode.”

“Oh,” Jonathan pauses, locking eyes with Steve. “Hi, Steve. Didn’t know you’d be here.”

He catches the way Jonathan's brows pinch in frustration. Judging by the grimace that follows it has nothing to do with Steve’s presence and everything to do with Jonathan’s less-than-stellar greeting. The Steve of the past would have called him out on it, but the Steve of today could not care less and offers him a genuine finger wiggle wave in return.

“Sorry, Byers. You’re going to have to share the grass with a third tonight,” Steve teases as he pulls himself up onto the couch from the floor.

“I would share with just about anyone at this point if it gets me out of the house.”

Eddie winces, shaking his head. “Trouble at the homestead?” he asks, voice louder than usual as he tracks down the hallway toward his bedroom. Steve doesn’t have to ask to know he’s getting his stash.

“Not really,” Jonathan says as he collapses onto the corner couch cushion across from Steve. He runs a hand over his face before speaking again. “El just learned about Santa so we’re in full Santa Claus mode now. I’ve never seen Hop so stressed in his life.”

“Isn’t she too old to believe in Santa?”

“She’s only 14!” Eddie shouts louder than necessary as he hustles back into the room.

“Exactly! That’s like ancient by Santa standards, isn’t it?”

“It’s not!” Eddie defends. “It’s a perfectly respectable age to still believe in Santa.”

Well, that’s different, Steve thinks, as he and Jonathan exchange a confused glance, shoulder shrugging and everything. He watches for a moment as Eddie’s tactful fingers line and roll the first joint of the afternoon. It’s almost enough to distract him from the recent Santa development. Almost.

“I don’t know, Eds. I think I stopped believing when I was like 7? Maybe, 8?”

“Yeah, same. S’kinda hard to believe in the big man when you’re helping your mom wrap presents for your brother because dad’s on a binger somewhere.”

“You guys were robbed of the magic,” Eddie says, exhaling a cloud of smoke before passing the joint to Jonathan.

“Alright then,” Steve says. “When did you stop believing?”

“I mean…” Eddie trails off, eyes focused on the uneven paint job on the roof of the living room. From this angle, it’s hard to see the blush creeping across his face, but Steve knows it's there judging by the way he’s fidgeting with a lock of his hair.

“Hold on,” Steve says, inhaling his first hit of the night before letting it out quicker than he should. “You still believe in Santa?”

Plucking the joint from his hand, Eddie shrugs.

“Eddie!”

He has to be fucking with him. Sure, Eddie earned the nickname The Freak for a reason back in high school, but that had more to do with his general attitude and appearance, right? There’s no way he would have proclaimed his belief in Santa Claus to a cafeteria full of judgmental peers, would he?

Leaning around Eddie, he glances at Jonathan who looks equally as perplexed.

Shit.

“What?” Eddie shouts, exhaling the smoke directly into Steve’s face. “We can’t know for sure he’s not real! Next, you’re going to tell me dragons and mermaids don’t exist.”

“Oh my god,” Steve mumbles. “Tell me you’re saying this because you’re high right now.”

Jonathan snorts from his side of the couch. “Steve, he has the highest tolerance I’ve ever seen. Well, next to Argyle.”

“Maybe this batch is laced with something stronger?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, popping the p. “Got it fresh from Rick yesterday. Just good old-fashioned Indiana Marijuana. If ‘m being straight with you Steve, ‘m a little hurt you don’t believe me.”

If he were a cartoon character, Steve’s pretty sure his eyes would be jumping out of his head right now. He’s only had one hit himself, but he already feels too high for this conversation. Or maybe he’s not high enough. Just in case, he snatches the joint from Jonathan’s hand and takes a better pull this time.

“Have you ever seen Santa?” He studies Eddie’s face after he asks the question. Desperately searching for the usual tells that give away that Eddie’s fucking with him. He can’t find any — not even the slightest quirk of his lip.

Christ.

“Seeing isn’t believing, Steve,” Eddie says, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah it is!” he argues back.

“Have you seen a million dollars?”

Steve blinks. “Well, no.”

“Then how do you know it even exists?” Eddie taunts, eyes glazed in mirth (and probably the drugs).

“That’s not the same thing! Like at all!” Steve says, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. “Jonathan help me out here!”

“Sorry, Steve. You’re on your own with this one. I’ve got enough Santa problems of my own,” he says, snatching the joint from Eddie’s lips.

“No you don’t, man,” Eddie says. “The big man always comes to aid those who truly believe. He still leaves me gifts.”

Steve’s not sure if he wants to laugh or cry, so he settles on an unattractive snort instead. One that has his own face flushing at the godawful sound.

“Eddie, come on,” he pleads. “Those are probably from Wayne.”

“Uh, no, Stevie. Wayne only gets me gifts I actually need. And he always wraps them in the Hawkins Post. Santa brings me what I want and it’s always on really pretty paper that the elves must design.”

At a total loss for words, he jumps at the feeling of Jonathan tapping his shoulder. When he turns Jonathan is looking at him with a look of unfortunate understanding. “I think he really believes,” he whispers, patting Steve on the shoulder. “He sounds just like El.”

Jesus Christ.

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After Jonathan and Eddie share two more joints (Steve ever the lightweight taps out at the one), he’s tasked with calling Nancy to come pick Jon up. Once he’s gone, he focuses his attention on his sleeping and drooling boyfriend.

It’s not too hard since Eddie’s a heavy sleeper, but it’s still a workout. He manages to get him situated on the couch in a better position. Props his head up on his favorite pillow from his room (he doesn’t need to hear him bitch and moan about his neck all week) and throws the worn, knit blanket they keep on the couch over his body.

Once Eddie’s in a comfortable position, Steve wedges himself onto the couch beside his legs. As the sun starts to cast the living room in warm tones, Steve feels his own eyes getting heavier and heavier. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt him — especially not after the whirlwind information he’s learned about his boyfriend tonight.

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He wakes with a start to the sound of Wayne’s heavy boots and his keys hitting the ceramic dish Eddie made in middle school that Wayne cherishes. Peaking an eye open, he spots Eddie still snoozing on the couch.

Well, Steve thinks, now is the time if he’s going to confront the only other person in Eddie’s life who must know about his misguided beliefs. 

He stretches, letting a yawn help him deepen it until he rights himself and gets onto his feet. Padding into the kitchen, he finds Wayne with his back turned. A pot of water slowly grows to a boil on the Stove as he gathers ingredients from the fridge.

“Hey, Wayne,” Steve says.

A man of few words, Wayne grunts signaling for Steve to continue talking without even glancing over his shoulder in his direction.

“I don’t really know how to ask this. But, uh, does Eddie still believe in Santa?”

Steve watches as Wayne shoves whatever he is holding back into the fridge, slamming it shut with so much force the cereal boxes on top topple over. Eddie’s prized Honeycombs scatter across the linoleum, but Wayne doesn’t pay them any mind as he crosses the small kitchen and slams his hands down on the counter.

One stern glare is all it takes for Steve’s fight-or-flight response to kick in. His keys are right there in the ceramic dish. If he just reaches his hands, he can grab them and flee before whatever Wayne is going to do to him happens.

“Now, you listen here, boy,” Wayne says in that low tone of his before Steve can make his escape. “You better not ruin the Christmas magic for my son, you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says, voice shaking.

“Good. Now then,” Wayne says, turning his back to Steve. “Mind helpin’ me clean this mess up? Santa may be real, but that damn Cleaning Fairy he used’a believe in s’not.”

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The way I see it either Eddie and Wayne are playing an elaborate joke on Steve or Eddie does believe and when they eventually move in with each other, Steve keeps the charade up and plays Santa for Eddie.

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