#bernard the elf smut

[0kurt0]

Sweet like sugar

Bernard x reader

✧oral sex with Bernard

✧Smut!

✧masterlist here!

Bernard was a very busy elf, being head elf and all. He loved you so much even if he couldn’t be with you all the time. He knew that he wouldn’t be around you when Christmas was near.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner that night. He felt guilty because you had everything planned for tonight, even if you said it was fine he still thought that you were upset with him.

When he got home when Santa came back from delivering all the presents, he went straight home. When he unlocked the door, we didn’t bother taking his shoes off or anything, he went to find you straight away. He found you and smiled, but soon saw the sad look on your face.

“Oh, sugar pie, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.” He said while making his way towards you to hug you and shower you with kisses, “It's okay, I know you're head elf, and with that comes responsibilities, Bernie.” “I know but I'll make it up to you, sugar.” he then moved you so you laid down, and his head was between your legs.

“y-you don't have to do anything,” you said while petting his head while he kissed your thihgs, “please, baby, let me make it up to you.” he continued to give your thighs kisses while he looked up at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes. You just couldn't resist!

“A-alright, Bernie,” He gave you a sweet smile and began to pull your shorts and underwear off. Once he saw how wet you were, he immediately popped a boner. He then started to make out with your wet cunt, tongue fucking you and bullying your cunt.

“A-Ah-! F-fuck, Bernie,” you moaned as you shoved his face deeper into your cunt, but he didn't mind, he needed to make it up to you. He just continued his assault on your cunny until he knew you were about to cum.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum-!” You mewled as he worked his tongue faster and harder, “cum for me, sugar,” you felt the coil in your stomach burst, sending your sweet juices on Bernard’s face.

He happily slurped up your sweet juices like a man in the desert, “m’so sorry, sugar pie. I never mean to make you wait for so long,” he said between kisses to your cunt. “It’s okay, Bernie. I know how stressful being head elf can be and how you need to stay late for work,”

You then moved his curls out of his face to see his beautiful brown eyes, “Merry Christmas, Bernie.” “Merry Christmas, sugar pie.”

[generalkenobee]

what about Bernard the elf and a sugar plum fairy reader? She’s the complete opposite of him and it’s like a rabbit with an angry raccoon

"B-Bernard..I" your hands traveled up to his curls tugging lightly

"you love that don't you? Stupid cock drunk-" he cut himself off with a low grunt throwing his head back as you clenched around him "don't think I didn't feel that, you like being my little cock drunk don't you little one?"

Your grip tightened and you squealed "oh s-sugar plum-" you whined as your tight cunt squeezed his girthy cock, eyes rolling back while you bounced up and down as best you could.

"oh you're just tryna milk me huh? Tiny cunt squeezin' me too goo-" your older boyfriend said, spilling his seed inside you.

[egotisticaleverything]

Fuck it. It may be November still but-

Bernard requests open. It’s officially time.

[j3llyf1shys]

ICEBREAKER IS JUST... GAHHBBH YES. I LOVE THAT DAMN BOOK

Im a slut for some smut

It hasn't even been a week and im already almost done

Cant wait to read wildfire and daydream!!

[sku1l-b4e]

About Me 🤗

Hello !! This is my intro

(I forgot to post this a while ago...)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Name : Charlotte

Age : Shh...

Gender : Female - she/her

Nationality : ½ British ½ German

Sexuality : Bisexual

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Languages I speak : English, tiny tiny bit of Spanish + learning German (can't speak my own language ik😞)

Current obsession (s) : Tokio Hotel, The Santa Claus trilogy

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Boundaries !!

(what I will NOT do)

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ m!reader - I cannot and will not do (sorry)

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ strip club setting - idk it js makes me uncomfy

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ smut about ppl under the age of their countries age of consent

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ child presenting characters

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ homophobia, racism, ECT - even if it's playful (there might be the f slur at some point but that's it)

I'll add more as I go 🫶🏻

[gudfornuthin]

Hiii❤️, are you taking requests for Bernard rn? And if so can you write a Bernard x reader (she/her) where she has a very flirtatious personality and he has a huge crush on her and he lovesss when she’s being that way towards him but when he sees her talk to other people like that he’s kinda jealous and maybe end in some smut ( ofc only if you’re comfortable writing that!<3)

Jealousy looks good on you

Bernard the elf x reader

A/N: ‘tis the season and the Bernard girlies have awakened. I’m shocked at all the support I’ve received from these one shots and I’m so glad to be writing more. This isn’t my best imo, I don’t know where I was going with it so I kinda got carried away, but oh well lol. I have another Bernard request after this one and then I’ll be back to my Beauty and the Beast rewrite. Hope you all enjoy :))

“She’s doing it again.”

“Who?”

“Y/N. She’s flirting with him again.”

“Your obsession with Y/N is becoming a problem.”

This wasn’t the first conversation Curtis and Bernard had had with each other about Y/N. This topic specifically. It was known by the other elves that she was confident, and very blunt when talking to others. That also didn’t stop in the romantic sense. And Bernard knew that. She wasn’t afraid to flirt with him in front of others, and that’s why he loved it so much. It made him feel good. And also slightly embarrassed. Only because he wasn’t used to that sort of attention, especially from a very beautiful girl. He wasn’t great at reciprocating her advances, but he hoped she wouldn’t stop. So far she hadn’t. But a new ‘suitor’ had entered the picture, and Bernard was not happy. Some tall, blue eyed elf that he hadn’t bothered learning the name of was also receiving the flirtatious attention from Y/N, and unfortunately he was much better at dishing it back than Bernard was.

“I’m not obsessed with Y/N,” Curtis rolled his eyes at that remark, “I’m just curious to know why she thinks it’s okay to talk with that guy when they both have a lot of work to do.”

The younger elf snorted. “You don’t seem to have an issue when she’s talking to you and wasting precious work time.”

“You’re not helping,” Bernard huffed, walking away from Curtis and towards the workshop, trying to get the image of Y/N and the tall, blue eyed elf out of his head.

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It had been a few hours since his last conversation with Curtis, and Bernard had quickly calmed down, busying himself with tasks he had yet completed for the holiday season. However, it hadn’t helped him get Y/N out of his head. From the constant flirting, to seeing her using that charm on someone else, Bernard was unsure where the relationship stood. Was it all a big joke to her? Had she been leading him on the last few months to mess with him? Before he could dive deeper into his existential dread, a soft voice sounded from behind him.

“Hey handsome.”

Bernard froze slightly, and looked over his shoulder to see Y/N walk through the door, a stack of paperwork in her hands and a bright smile on her face. Glitter on her cheeks and nose, sporting a new dress that glimmered in the light, Bernard thought she looked like an angel ready to be set atop the Christmas tree. He shook himself out of his trance, and smiled tightly back at her, unable to form any words. He quickly turned back around, continuing his sort out of different coloured wrapping paper. It wasn’t usually Bernard’s job, but he needed the distraction, and the wrapping room was a quiet place to come in the evenings.

“Curtis told me you’d be in here and I need you to sign these papers for Santa.”

Y/N held the paperwork out towards Bernard, their fingers touching briefly once he reached out to grab them. He placed them on the side of the desk and mumbled a ‘thanks’ under his breath, barely audible. Y/N let out a small huff and strolled around Bernard, taking in his tense form.

She smiled again. “So. How’s my favourite elf doing?”

Bernard didn’t bother looking up from his work. “He’s very busy at the moment,” his tone dull and unwavering.

A hand suddenly came into the head elf’s view, and hit the desk hard, jolting everything laying on top. Bernard jumped back and looked to the side where Y/N stood with eyebrows raised and her mouth pursed.

“Have I done something to upset you?” She asked, crossing her arms and popping her hip to the side.

Bernard wasn’t sure what to say, nor how Y/N might react. He’d never been great at showcasing his feelings, especially in the romantic sense. But this wasn’t just some random girl he’d found cute once and never interacted with. This was Y/N. One of his closest friends, someone he cared deeply for. Who seemed to care deeply about him too. She was also someone he worked with. The possibility of admitting how he felt, and for her to not feel the same, it would no doubt make things awkward. And he’d hate to ruin what they already have. Even if it killed him to see her flirting with someone else.

“You’ve done nothing, I’ve just had a lot on my plate and I can’t handle any distractions at the moment,” Bernard finally replied, trying to keep his voice level.

“Really?” Y/N bit back, “because I feel like you’ve been avoiding me all day. And since when do you spend time in the wrapping paper room? When Curtis told me you were here, I was worried you might be having a mental breakdown.” She ended with a joke, but part of Bernard knew there was truth behind her words.

The head elf felt himself boiling over. His temper was short, and everyone knew that, but when it came to Y/N he was unusually chill. Her presence was good for him. Not at this moment though. He could feel himself ready to lash out, and he was worried what could be said.

“Do I have to explain everything to you? Can I not spend time alone without you knowing where and what I’m doing every second of every day?”

“I’m sorry I care about you and want to know what you’re up to! Sure you can have all the time you want alone, I just don’t like it when you avoid me completely,” by now, both of their voices were shaking and getting louder.

“I thought you’d want to spend more time with your new tall, blue eyed friend,” Bernard instantly regretted his words.

Y/N opened her mouth but closed it almost instantly, her brow furrowed and confusion clear on her face. “What are you talking about?” her voice now considerably calmer.

Bernard could feel the embarrassment wash over him, desperate to think of some excuse, but coming up short. “This morning, I saw you talking to someone. It looked like he was flirting, and you seemed to be doing the same back,” Y/N’s face softened as she begun to realise what and who the older elf was talking about. “It got to me, okay? It bothered me that you were talking to him in that way when,” a slight pause, “you usually only talk to me that way.”

Y/N shook her head, a confused look returning briefly. “I don’t understand, you never showed any interest in my flirting, why is it bothering you when I do it to someone else.”

“Because I like you!” There it was. That barrier Bernard built high for years, keeping relationships at bay, had just been broken. And he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. “I’m not the best at showing my emotions. Romantically speaking, I’m an amateur at it. And I’m sorry I was never good at reciprocating your advances. I guess it doesn’t matter if it was just a joke to you.”

Y/N reached out quickly, grabbing Bernard’s hand and holding it close to her. “It was never a joke to me. I just didn’t think you liked me in that way so I stopped. Thought I’d try with someone else to help me move on from you.” She moved a step forward, standing toe to toe. “I knew it would never work. You’re the only person I truly care about, in that way.”

Bernard was speechless. He couldn’t stop staring into her eyes, brimmed with emotion but full of love. He mostly felt like an idiot. Never taking the chance before now to make a move or admit how he felt. He finally felt at peace. Like everything had finally worked out.

“What now?” Bernard awkwardly questioned, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips.

“I think you should probably kiss me before someone else does,” She jested back.

They both laugh and lean in, Y/N’s hands going to hold the head elf’s face. The kiss deepened, Y/N moving her left hand to the back of Bernard’s head, tugging slightly at his curls. This elicited a deep moan from Bernard’s throat, his pants growing tighter, as he tugged Y/N somehow closer to him and towards the desk still covered with wrapping paper.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” Y/N mumbled out between wet kisses.

Bernard moved to sucking her neck, most definitely leaving bruises. “I don’t know. But I never want to stop.”

They continued making out, Y/N feeling the desk behind her and sliding on top, pulling Bernard in between her legs. She felt him growing harder, and slowly moved her hand down, palming at the front of his pants. Bernard couldn’t help but whimper slightly, gripping the side of the desk as well as Y/N’s thigh. Keeping one hand on his hard on, she moved her other back up and unbuttoned his shirt, rubbing her hand in circular motions on his chest. Bernard followed soon after, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifting it over her head. The couple continued kissing and touching anywhere they could reach, seeming to care little to none about the door still being open, or whether someone walked by and found them in their current predicament. They were just glad to have finally admitted how they felt. In the back of his head, Bernard reminded himself to thank that tall, blue eyed elf for bringing out the jealousy in him.

(Sorry it seems to cut short, I’m terrible at writing smut or intimate stuff but I hope you all enjoyed anyways :))

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I have been meaning to do this, put it off for way too long.

PT 1

|| Superhero Related ||

Dc / Marvel / Gen V

bodyworshipping the DC Boys- @angelltheninth

Imagine Jordan switching from their delicate fem form fingers to their thick long masculine fingers- @poppy-metal

Jordan Li Hc / Blurb- @lavend3r-stardust

Sex with Jordan- @inklore

Jordan Li smut- @poppy-metal

Bucky Barnes Smut- @angelltheninth

Surprise || Jordan Li Smut || - @ebonyenvy

Imagine giving Jordan Li a lap dance - @poppy-metal

Venom Smut- @val-made-a-mistake

Gorgeous || Older Damian Wayne || - @youwerenevermeanttofeelalone

Auburn Traditions || Older Damian Wayne ||- @glorified-red

Help me! help you || Dick Grayson Smut ||- @tetzoro

Dick Grayson smut- @lustingbones

Batboys as things that go bump in the night- @chikaras-garden

Public sex / sex pollen || Dick Grayson ||- @uc1wa

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 || Damian Wayne ||- @thesuperiorrobin

Nights like these || Jordan Li ||- @inklore

Jordan Li smut blurb- @poppy-metal

Take the reins || Venom smut ||- @val-made-a-mistake

Venom fucking the reader- @randomoutsiders

let me help you || tasm!peter parker x reader ||- @the-plum-soldier

Spell Gone Wrong || John Constantine || - @c-nstantine

imagine bunny!reader with wolverine- @inkdrinkerworld

|| Anime / Animated show's and movies ||

|| Gaming ||

Astarion Getting Aroused by Your Blood- @angelltheninth

Duskwood boys: their favorite way to pick up/carry you around- @hacked-by-jake

Duskwood boys:Reaction to you calling them babe. - @hacked-by-jake

How they’d be with pregnant reader: Headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers- @seraphmeraph

Web of faith || Kar'niss ||- @hrefna-the-raven

mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you- @visionsofmagic

mk1 men when they get hard in public because of you- @visionsofmagic

car sex - johnny silverhand- @buryustogether

|| Live Action show's and Movie's ||

Pyramid Head Chases You Down and Fills You Up- @angelltheninth

Michael Afton when You're Pregnant- @angelltheninth

Infertile elder yautja- @mintymarabell

corio x reader but he has an insane breeding and lactation kink- @slvthrs

Corio with a breeding kink- @slvthrs

Corio blurbs- @lucilleslore

cockwarming Corio- @lucilleslore

Possessive Bernard the elf with a pregnant human!Reader - @herbalsingularitea

Sleepless Nights { spencer reid smut }- @strawbeerossi

Distance (David Rossi x Ex!Reader)- @villain-apolog1st

Lunch Break (David Rossi x Reader)- @villain-apolog1st

Beefy Bucky- @buckyalpine

James Wilson x reader- @pomegranateshrimp

Every Single Day ( Spencer Reid fluff ) - @astrophileous

All I Need ( Spencer Reid )- @incognit0slut

how dilf!jake gives his girl head- @pearlsinmyhair

house boys + how they kiss you- @cyberstrm

Peeta with a breeding kink- @peetaslefttoe

Mike Schmidt smut- @redskull199987

[hanasnx]

-ˏ͛ ꒷꒰ movies ⿻ m.list ꒷ˏ͛-

MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"Expect to see me now at anytime / When you're in my arms, I'll be fine." — Michael Bublé. (2007). Comin’ Home Baby.

彡 ch: indiana jones 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ nothing but trouble ✩ pa

smut ¡! ❞

✩ temple of doom

other ¡! ❞

✩ dance

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ prompts

彡 ch: brian o'conner 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ prompt #13

other ¡! ❞

✩ nonverbal

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: patrick bateman 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ hip to be square

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

彡 ch: elton tiscia 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ prompts

彡 ch: optimus prime 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

彡 ch: jake sully 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ "it's cuffin' season..."

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: charlie baker 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts

彡 ch: bernard the elf 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ prompts

彡 ch: peter pevensie 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

彡 ch: robert "moose" alexander iii 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

彡 ch: warner huntington iii 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag

彡 ch: dave lizewski 「 � 」

── additional content ┆ MISC.

✩ nametag ✩ thoughts ✩ prompts

NAVI | M.LIST | RULES | FAQ

[0kurt0]

Candy canes

✧Bernard x reader

✧Bernard master bating to a picture of reader

✧Smut!

✧very short!

✧masterlist here

Bernard had recently developed a crush on you. He would always steal glances at you and blush whenever you were near.

Lately, Bernard was having problems.. down there. He would always pop a boner when you were close to him. He would always try to relieve himself

While Bernard was looking at all the elf documents, he came across yours and looked at your picture.

He started to feel his pants tighten and he sighed and took his cock out, “maybe just this once, just to relieve myself.”

He then took his throbbing member into his hands and started to stroke himself, slowly at first.

“F-Fuck, y/n.” he moaned out as he looked at your picture, he bit his lip, thinking about you stroking him.

He started to have shallower breaths as he stroked himself faster and faster, wanting to cum ao badly.

He covered his mouth to stifle his moans so no one would hear him from his office. He knew no one would really come in since everyone was busy, but the thrill of getting caught just quickened his orgasm.

His orgasm came crashing down on him as he looked at your picture one last time. He looked down to see his cum all over his hand and sweater, “I’m so desperate.”

[how-serene]

❀ REQUEST RULES ❀

Requests are currently CLOSED

General Rules -

Please be kind, and patient when sending in a request. I have a life outside of this blog, but will do my best to upload your request as soon as Im able to. Sending in a prompt or idea will immensely help me, so keep that in mind. I also will deny a request if I am not comfortable with it. (Minors Don’t Interact)

What I WILL write - Light smut, Angst, Fluff, Yandere, Reader Death, Platonic!Reader, Fem!Reader, Neutral!Reader

What I will NOT write - Heavy smut, OC x Character, Character x Character, Abuse, Rape, SA, Mommy/Daddy kinks

Lists of who I write for down below.

David Dastmalchian List - Bob Taylor, Abner Krill, Johnson (Reprisal), Jack Delroy, James Lewis, Kurt Goreshter, Piter De Vries, Wojchek, Thomas Schiff.

Slasher List - Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Pinhead, Eric Draven, The Lost Boys, Jack Torrance, Eric Binford, Norman Bates, Killer Klowns.

Final Girls/Boys - Sidney Prescott, Randy Meeks, Laurie Strode, Ash Williams, Ellen Ripley, Jess Bradford, Julie James, Helen Shivers, Ray Bronson, Emerald Haywood, Wendy Torrance, R.J. MacReady, Michael Emerson, Star (Lost boys).

Others - Eddie Munson, Dano!Riddler, Twin Peaks (all characters), Bernard The Elf, Charlie Eppes, Don Eppes.

Will also write for ALL Dead By Daylight characters.

If you don't see someone on the list, but are curious if I will write for them, feel free to ask me.

<3

[herbalsingularitea]

Til Death We'll Be Freezing (COMPLETE)

Rating - M (adult themes, no smut)

Pairing - older!Bernard the elf x Female OC

Status - Complete (7/7)

Story Summary - Every elf lives with an incessant prickling at their back, Cupid’s arrow waiting to strike the moment they’ve found their mate. Bernard was sure he’d met his long ago, and together they lived a beautiful life. But after his wife passes away and he finds himself feeling lost in a small town cafe, the prickling returns.

Soulmate AU with a twist. What is free will, exactly?

Chapter 7 - That I'm Never Leaving

Tumblr hates links so you can find the AO3 link to this chapter on my pinned masterlist!

[j3llyf1shys]

Contemplating if I should block some1 or not.... they didn't do anything just wrote a shmut fanfic of my husband...

okay I do make suggestive jokes and stuff but seeing someone wrote about it made me nearly choke ( my airways hurt )

Im dieing

Help

Chat what do you think??

Update:chat I'm going in and reading it, gonna help me decide to block them or not, dw I know when to stop when I start to spit out my water

Update: didn't even read the 3rd paragrqph I quit. They I have more im scared

[sku1l-b4e]

Guys send me requests please 😭

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a “The Santa Clause” fic where the reader is Santa’s human daughter, and falls in love with Bernard, and they have a relationship and eventually have a child together (smut would be highly appreciated). I think a half human/half elf baby would be awesome.

Also, if you don’t mind, I think it would be interesting to see that Santa knows his daughter gets pregnant, but doesn’t know who the father is and assumes it’s some human back home, and the reader’s mother sends her to The North Pole to make sure the reader can’t be around “the father” because she assumes it’s a human. Then Santa gets surprised when the baby is born at The Pole and is clearly half elf, and the truth has to come out.

I think this is such a cute idea, but I don’t do pregnancy stuff, I’m sorry!!

I’ll definitely add to my pinned post what kind of stuff I will/won’t write for the future though, I hadn’t thought of that.

[kringletheelf04]

I’m utterly in love with you (smut)

(Chapter 14 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

Afab version

"I'm so lucky to have you as my soulmate." Bernard says brushing his hand against mine as we make our way down the hallway.

We make it to my room and I open the door, locking it behind us. Dragging us to bed, I make him drop my suitcase. I don't care. All I care about is being here, with him. Pulling him onto my bed I pull my hat off and set it on the side table. I kick my shoes off and he takes his shoes and hat off as well.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known." I say, linking our hands.

"Cara Mia!" He takes my face in his hands.

"I love you." I smile.

"And I love you." He says pulling me into a passionate kiss.

My hands go to his hair and entangle themselves in it. His tongue swipes my lower lip and I happily oblige. His tongue slips into my mouth and I moan gently. One of my hands leaves his hair and trails the tip of his ear. He damn near completely gives out to me. Moaning softly, one hand goes to caress my back. I pull away.

"Is everything ok? We can stop if you need to." He whispers.

"Everything's perfect. I'm afraid I'll wake up any moment to this not being real. I'm utterly in love with you. And if this is real, which I hope it is, I'm ready to take the next step. With you." I barely make out.

"Oh (Y/n)!" He cries, his lips going to my neck.

Gently sucking on the tender skin, I can feel his teeth nip.

"You'll leave a mark." I moan out.

"Good, I want them to know you're mine." He growls.

"Just wait a moment." I say gently pushing him.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Stop asking that. I'll tell you if something's wrong. And things couldn't be more right here." I say.

And in one quick movement my top is on the floor. Standing up I quickly unbutton my pants. Dropping them to the ground, I climb back onto the bed.

"You're beautiful." He gasps awestruck.

"You're the most handsome man I've ever met." I say capturing his lips in mine.

He kisses back hungry. Like a man that's been starved for days. His hand snakes it's way behind me and undoes my bra in one swift movement. Pulling away he tears his shirt off, throwing it to the ground. Like it was keeping me away from him, he pulls his pants down and in one swift motion we are both in our underwear. My bra hangs on by just the straps.

"I'm ashamed. I'm sure I'm not as pretty or attractive as your soulmate should be." I say looking at the floor.

"You're perfect." He says taking my hands in his.

Pulling away, I toss my bra onto a nearby chair. His hands go to my tits, thumbs brushing my nipples. I bite my lip to suppress a moan. I pull him onto the bed and he kneels over me. His eyes roams over my exposed figure, lingering at my nipples. They stick out from the cold and previous stimulation. His eyes lock with mine and I nod.  In a split second his mouth meets my nipple. Gently sucking on one of them, he rubs the other one with the pad of his thumb. My back arches into the bed as I let out a loud moan. He looks at me, not detaching himself. In fact, his tongue circles my nipple and he sucks harder.

"Please!" I cry out.

He released my teased nipple from his mouth and grins at me. "Please what? Come on princess, use your words." He teases, thumbs now rubbing both my nipples.

"More! Need more!" I cry.

My clit is throbbing and I feel like I've absolutely soaked through my panties.

"See. I knew you could do it." He smirks.

His hands trail down my frame to my underwear. His thumb rubs me through the layers.

"My, my, look what we have here. Is this all for me?" He asks.

"For you! Only for you!" I cry, begging for stimulation.

"Why you've made a mess of these, better get them out of the way then." He says, and in one swift motion my underwear are in his hands. His cock throbs through his boxers.

"So wet for me already." He grins, spreading my pussy lips open.

"I know you want this now, but can you hand me your bag?" He asks.

I nod dumbly and reach for my bag. Handing it to him he pulls out a small bag. He opens it and slips something onto his thumb, setting the bags back onto the floor.

"This, is something I've made especially with you in mind." He says.

"What is it?" My voice trembles.

"Well, why don't you lay back and find out?" He asks, pushing me back onto the bed.

A light buzzing can be heard as he clicks a button. I realize it's a vibrator. It's small, but no doubt powerful. I spread my legs and he slips between my thighs. His thumb gently massaging my clit sends waves of pleasure through me. His middle and ring finger slip inside my pussy. Slowly at first, then faster he moves his fingers in an upward motion. Suddenly he stops, just as I'm about to reach my high.

"Can I?" He asks.

"Can you what?" I whine.

"Can I taste you? Please?" He gives me a puppy look.

I nod and he moves down. Taking off the vibrator and handing it to me he props my thighs onto his shoulders. Licking a strip from my hole to my clit, he moans.

"Oh my—!"I cry out.

He takes my clit into his mouth and sucks gently on it. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it. My hips rise off of his shoulders momentarily, but he forces me back down. Stoping the sucking, he licks rapidly at my clit. He knows. I'm not gonna last long like this.

"Bernard!" I moan loudly.

His fingers go back into me and as he licks he fingers me. A wave washes over me and I know I'm gonna cum. Pushing his head down, I cum hard and he laps it up. He comes back up and gasps lightly. His cock is at attention. The outline of it makes my mouth water.

"May I?" I ask tugging at his waistband.

He pulls me into a kiss and I can taste myself on his mouth. I palm his cock through his boxers and he moans into me. I flip us around so he's on the bottom.

"Please. It's my first time." He pleads.

"Mine too. But I'm all yours." I grin.

"And I'm yours." He nods.

Pulling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor I take in the glory that is his cock. Precum glistens on the tip and oozes. He's big, but not too big. Maybe seven inches. He's girthy though. Biting my lip, I bend down to it and place a gentle kiss on the tip, my hand not able to reach all the way around it.

"Cara Mia!" He moans.

Gently pumping it, the tip gets more flushed. He's practically melting under my touch and I haven't barely done anything yet. I lick the slit and his breath hitches.

"Please!" He nearly cries.

Taking him into my mouth, my hand pumps what can't fit. Bobbing my head, I start slow. Giving him time to adjust I pick up the pace. He's a moaning mess under me. Just as I'm about to come up, his hands reach into my hair and pushes me down. I gag slightly, but I can take it. His hands guide me up and down. Soon a gurgled sound comes from him and he cums hard into my mouth. It's sweeter than I expected, probably from the candy diet. I swallow and come back up.

"I'm so sorry!" He apologizes.

"It's okay!" I assure him.

That made me even more horny though. I need to know how he feels in me. Squeezing my thighs together, I shift on the bed.

"That's a relief." He sighs.

"Can I—?" I cut myself off.

"Can you what?" He asks.

"Can I— ride you?" I ask bashfully.

"What's that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You know what a vibrator is, but don't know what riding is?" I ask.

"This is my first time." He shrugs.

"It's when I climb on top of you." I explain briefly.

He doesn't respond, but picks me up and brings me down where my legs are on either side of him and my pussy rests on his chest.

"So yes?" I ask.

"Absolutely." He nods.

I'm already so wet I don't need lube. Lowering myself onto his cock, we both gasp.

"You're so... warm," he groans.

I hover a minute when he grabs my hips and forces my down hard.

"(Y/n)!" He moans loudly.

"Oh!" I gasp.

Slowly I start rolling my hips. He's big enough where he doesn't need to move much to hit all the right spots. After a few moments, I start to bounce up and down on his cock. His hands hold me steady as I go down harder and harder. I lift up almost off of it and slam my pussy down hard onto his cock and he melts under me.

"Please (Y/n)!" He cries, tears of pleasure leaking from his eyes.

Judging by his reaction he's about to orgasm.  I speed up, bouncing up and down and soon he takes over slamming me down onto his throbbing member. With a cry, he cums in me. Warmth fills my cavern but I continue riding out his high.

"Use me!" He cry's out.

"Oh honey, I will." I moan out.

His hand goes to my clit and he starts rubbing circles into it. I can feel my own orgasm building as his second is.

"More please!" I cry as he presses harder, rougher circles into my already throbbing clit.

His cum makes a great lube. Impaling myself over and over again on him, I am almost to bursting from pleasure. Soon I orgasm hard and cum just as hard as he did all over his cock and onto the sheets. His orgasm is mere moments later, but I continue riding him. I never want him to not be in me.  Riding out his high, I chase my second. He stops me.

"How bout we switch, beautiful?" He grins and in a split second I'm laying down with him on top of me.

"Please! Bernard! I need you back in me!" I cry.

And in one quick movement he's inside me. I gasp, he feels even bigger from this angle, if possible. He pounds into me hard and fast. Moaning, I throw my head back. His thumb ghosts over my puffy clit. He circles it gently clockwise. His lips attach to mine and I slip my tongue into his mouth with a moan. I explore every inch of his mouth with my tongue. He goes even faster if possible. Grunting, he moans.

The vibrator is back on his finger and at my clit. Vibrations go through my body and I arch my back. I can feel my orgasm building and he must know it because he's going unbearably slow now.

"Please!" I plead.

"Please what, princess?" He smirks knowingly.

"Please make me cum, sir!" I cry.

"As you wish." He grins.

He grinds down onto me harder. I cum hard. He starts to pull out when I stop him.

"Darling, what are you doing? I'm about to-" he starts as I cut him off.

"In me." I breath.

"What?" He asks.

"Cum in me. I need you!" I wrap my legs around him.

"If you say so." He shrugs and continues pounding into me.

Cumming hard, he groans. Warm semen coats my walls and I groan.  Pulling out, his cum paints my thighs a glittery mess.

"Can I clean you up?" I ask.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I nod and take him into my mouth with one swift motion.

"I didn't think you meant this!" He gasps.

I lick his gorgeous cock clean. I rise up and he pulls me into a soft kiss.

"I love you." He sighs into my shoulder.

"I'm tired." I breath.

"I'm sure you are now!" Bernard jokes.

"Can we take care of this tomorrow?" I ask.

"Of course darling." He says pulling pajama pants on and handing me a pair.

"You better take a shower though." He says.

"I should." I say, nearly collapsing trying to get out of bed.

"Let me help you. I shouldn't have been so rough with you!" He says, picking me up effortlessly.

"Oh!" I gasp.

He carries me to the toilet and sets me on it.

"I'll get you a washcloth instead." He shuffles out.

He comes back with a washcloth and runs it under some warm water. He kneels down and starts to wash his dried seed off of my thighs. After I'm all cleaned up, he carries me back to bed and lays me down. I pull him into bed with me.

"Stay."

"I will"

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Amab version

"I'm so lucky to have you as my soulmate." Bernard says brushing his hand against mine as we make our way down the hallway.

We make it to my room and I open the door, locking it behind us. Dragging us to bed, I make him drop my suitcase. I don't care. All I care about is being here, with him. Pulling him onto my bed I pull my hat off and set it on the side table. I kick my shoes off and he takes his shoes and hat off as well.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known." I say, linking our hands.

"Cara Mia!" He takes my face in his hands.

"I love you." I smile.

"And I love you." He says pulling me into a passionate kiss.

My hands go to his hair and entangle themselves in it. His tongue swipes my lower lip and I happily oblige. His tongue slips into my mouth and I moan gently. One of my hands leaves his hair and trails the tip of his ear. He damn near completely gives out to me. Moaning softly, one hand goes to caress my back. I pull away.

"Is everything ok? We can stop if you need to." He whispers.

"Everything's perfect. I'm afraid I'll wake up any moment to this not being real. I'm utterly in love with you. And if this is real, which I hope it is, I'm ready to take the next step. With you." I barely make out.

"Oh (Y/n)!" He cries, his lips going to my neck.

Gently sucking on the tender skin, I can feel his teeth nip.

"You'll leave a mark." I moan out.

"Good, I want them to know you're mine." He growls.

"Just wait a moment." I say gently pushing him.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Stop asking that. I'll tell you if something's wrong. And things couldn't be more right here." I say.

And in one quick movement my top is on the floor. Standing up I quickly unbutton my pants. Dropping them to the ground, I climb back onto the bed.

"You're beautiful." He gasps awestruck.

"You're the most handsome man I've ever met." I say capturing his lips in mine.

He kisses back hungry. Like a man that's been starved for days. Standing up abruptly, he tears his shirt off, throwing it to the ground. Like it was keeping me away from him, he pulls his pants down and in one swift motion we are both in our underwear.

"I'm ashamed. I'm sure I'm not as pretty or attractive as your soulmate should be." I say looking at the floor.

"You're perfect." He says taking my hands in his.

Pulling away, I take in his form. His hands go to my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples. I bite my lip to suppress a moan. I pull him onto the bed and he kneels over me. His eyes roams over my exposed figure, lingering at my nipples. They stick out from the cold and previous stimulation. His eyes lock with mine and I nod. In a split second his mouth meets my nipple. Gently sucking on one of them, he rubs the other one with the pad of his thumb. My back arches into the bed as I let out a loud moan. He looks at me, not detaching himself. In fact, his tongue circles my nipple and he sucks harder.

"Please!" I cry out.

He released my teased nipple from his mouth and grins at me. "Please what? Come on sir, use your words." He teases, thumbs now rubbing both my nipples

"More! Need more!" I cry.

My cock is throbbing and I feel like I've absolutely soaked through my boxers.

"See. I knew you could do it." He smirks.

His hands trail down my frame to my underwear. His thumb rubs my tip through the layers.

"My, my, look what we have here. Is this all for me?" He asks.

"For you! Only for you!" I cry, begging for stimulation.

"Why you've made a mess of these, better get them out of the way then." He says, and in one swift motion my underwear are in his hands. His cock throbs through his boxers.

"So hard for me already." He grins, palming my cock.

"I know you want this now, but can you hand me your bag?" He asks.

I nod dumbly and reach for my bag. Handing it to him he pulls out a small bag. He opens it and slips something onto his thumb, setting the bags back onto the floor.

"This, is something I've made especially with you in mind." He says.

"What is it?" My voice trembles.

"Well, why don't you lay back and find out?" He asks, pushing me back onto the bed.

A light buzzing can be heard as he clicks a button. I realize it's a vibrator. It's small, but no doubt powerful. I spread my legs and he slips between my thighs. His thumb gently massaging my tip sends waves of pleasure through me. His other hand begins to jerk me off. Slowly at first, then faster he moves his hand in an upward motion. Suddenly he stops, just as I'm about to reach my high.

"Can I?" He asks.

"Can you what?" I whine.

"Can I taste you? Please?" He gives me a puppy look.

I nod and he moves down. Taking off the vibrator and handing it to me he props my thighs onto his shoulders. Hollowing his cheeks, he takes me into his mouth as he moans.

"Oh my—!"I cry out.

He licks my slit and sucks gently on the tip of my cock. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it. My hips rise off of his shoulders momentarily, but he forces me back down. Stoping the sucking, he licks rapidly at my cock. He knows. I'm not gonna last long like this.

"Bernard!" I moan loudly.

His hand goes back to the base of my cock and he bobs up and down on the shaft. A wave washes over me and I know I'm gonna cum. Pushing his head down, I cum hard and he laps it up. He comes back up and gasps lightly. His cock is at attention. The outline of it makes my mouth water.

"May I?" I ask tugging at his waistband.

He pulls me into a kiss and I can taste myself on his mouth. I palm his cock through his boxers and he moans into me. I flip us around so he's on the bottom.

"Please. It's my first time." He pleads.

"Mine too. But I'm all yours." I grin.

"And I'm yours." He nods.

Pulling off his boxers and throwing them on the floor I take in the glory that is his cock. Precum glistens on the tip and oozes. He's big, but not too big. Maybe seven inches. He's girthy though. Biting my lip, I bend down to it and place a gentle kiss on the tip, my hand not able to reach all the way around it.

"Cara Mia!" He moans.

Gently pumping it, the tip gets more flushed. He's practically melting under my touch and I haven't barely done anything yet. I lick the slit and his breath hitches.

"Please!" He nearly cries.

Taking him into my mouth, my hand pumps what can't fit. Bobbing my head, I start slow. Giving him time to adjust I pick up the pace. He's a moaning mess under me. Just as I'm about to come up, his hands reach into my hair and pushes me down. I gag slightly, but I can take it. His hands guide me up and down. Soon a gurgled sound comes from him and he cums hard into my mouth. It's sweeter than I expected, probably from the candy diet. I swallow and come back up.

"I'm so sorry!" He apologizes.

"It's okay!" I assure him.

That made me even more horny though. I need to know how he feels in me. Squeezing my thighs together, I shift on the bed.

"That's a relief." He sighs.

"Can I—?" I cut myself off.

"Can you what?" He asks.

"Can I— ride you?" I ask bashfully.

"What's that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You know what a vibrator is, but don't know what riding is?" I ask.

"This is my first time." He shrugs.

"It's when I climb on top of you." I explain briefly.

He doesn't respond, but picks me up and brings me down where my legs are on either side of him and I rest on his chest.

"So yes?" I ask.

"Absolutely." He nods.

I prep my hole with lube and I work a finger inside myself. Once ready I begin lowering myself onto his cock, we both gasp.

"You're so... warm," he groans.

I hover a minute when he grabs my hips and forces my down hard.

"(Y/n)!" He moans loudly.

"Oh!" I gasp.

Slowly I start rolling my hips. He's big enough where he doesn't need to move much to hit all the right spots. After a few moments, I start to bounce up and down on his cock. His hands hold me steady as I go down harder and harder. I lift up almost off of it and slam my ass down hard onto his cock and he melts under me.

"Please (Y/n)!" He cries, tears of pleasure leaking from his eyes.

Judging by his reaction he's about to orgasm. I speed up, bouncing up and down and soon he takes over slamming me down onto his throbbing member. With a cry, he cums in me. Warmth fills my cavern but I continue riding out his high.

"Use me!" He cry's out.

"Oh honey, I will." I moan out.

His hand goes to my cock and he starts pumping it. I can feel my own orgasm building as his second is.

"More please!" I cry as he jerks harder and faster, rubbing his thumb on my tip.

His cum makes a great lube. Impaling myself over and over again on him, I am almost to bursting from pleasure. Soon I orgasm hard and cum just as hard as he did all over his chest and onto the sheets. His orgasm is mere moments later, but I continue riding him. I never want him to not be in me. Riding out his high, I chase my second. He stops me.

"How bout we switch, beautiful?" He grins and in a split second I'm laying down with him on top of me.

"Please! Bernard! I need you back in me!" I cry.

And in one quick movement he's inside me. I gasp, he feels even bigger from this angle, if possible. He pounds into me hard and fast. Moaning, I throw my head back. His thumb ghosts over my sensitive head. He circles it gently clockwise. His lips attach to mine and I slip my tongue into his mouth with a moan. I explore every inch of his mouth with my tongue. He goes even faster if possible. Grunting, he moans.

The vibrator is back on his finger and at my cock. Vibrations go through my body and I arch my back. I can feel my orgasm building and he must know it because he's going unbearably slow now.

"Please!" I plead.

"Please what, sir?" He smirks knowingly.

"Please make me cum, master!" I cry.

"As you wish." He grins.

He grinds down onto me harder. I cum hard. He starts to pull out when I stop him.

"Darling, what are you doing? I'm about to-" he starts as I cut him off.

"In me." I breath.

"What?" He asks.

"Cum in me. I need you!" I wrap my legs around him.

"If you say so." He shrugs and continues pounding into me.

Cumming hard, he groans. Warm semen coats my walls and I groan. Pulling out, his cum paints my thighs a glittery mess.

"Can I clean you up?" I ask.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I nod and take him into my mouth with one swift motion.

"I didn't think you meant this!" He gasps.

I lick his gorgeous cock clean. I rise up and he pulls me into a soft kiss.

"I love you." He sighs into my shoulder.

"I'm tired." I breath.

"I'm sure you are now!" Bernard joke.

"Can we take care of this tomorrow?" I ask.

"Of course darling." He says pulling pajama pants on and handing me a pair.

"You better take a shower though." He says.

"I should." I say, nearly collapsing trying to get out of bed.

"Let me help you. I shouldn't have been so rough with you!" He says, picking me up effortlessly.

"Oh!" I gasp.

He carries me to the toilet and sets me on it.

"I'll get you a washcloth instead." He shuffles out.

He comes back with a washcloth and runs it under some warm water. He kneels down and starts to wash his dried seed off of my thighs. After I'm all cleaned up, he carries me back to bed and lays me down. I pull him into bed with me.

"Stay."

"I will"

[simpscripts]

Say My Name ( Bernard the elf x Reader)

Part 1 of Naughty or nice series, Smut next chapter, 18 +, Nsfw, Brat reader, afab reader, she/her reader pronouns

Summary: You decide to skip out on work and mess with your favorite head elf.

The snowy village was peaceful as you sat outside the small cocoa cafe waiting for your drink. You loved this blissful moment in the last moments of November before the holiday season swept everyone into a frenzy. From your spot you can see the front of the workshop, plenty of elves coming and going with a few loitering outside in groups planning their game of tinsel football. A few shops also had some elves bringing out their big Christmas decorations out early to start prepping. It was calm and happy, no stress yet with all the hope and excitement of the month to come. This moment was special and warmed your heart. A moment you doubted the others even noticing it happening every year like clockwork.

The calm was a nice ritual but is only one reason why you snuck out of your office. You knew here soon it would be too busy for you or any other elf to be anything less than perfect at your jobs. So one last opportunity to hopefully mess around with the very busy head elf you loved to tease was the top priority right now.

You take in the calm while you can though, knowing sooner rather than later he will come find you. The waitress comes by delivering your cocoa and you take a moment to admire the whipped cream and sprinkled mug before taking a sip. The cocoa warmed your veins, sugar giving you the energy you’ll need here shortly. Then you heard his voice clear as a bell from across the square.

“Not now, Curtis!”

Looking up you spot him charging down the steps of the workshop, head flicking frantically side to side as Curtis ran alongside him, desperately trying to keep up. Curtis spots you first and freezes to watch this play out, quickly giving up whatever purpose he needed Bernard for. You watch with your head resting on your palm until you see the head elf himself freeze as he spun around and catches your gaze from across the way. You reach your other hand up to give a simple wave and a cheeky grin, which is all he needed to push himself out of his trance as he continues his path over to you.

“You’re supposed to be working, not drinking coffee, does Santa pay you to drink coffee?” He says sarcastically after he stopped his march and crossed his arms.

“Oh, hey Bartholomew.” You toss to the side without taking your eyes away from the beautiful whipped cream towered mug in front of you.

“Bernard.” He spit out with a curt click of his teeth. “You have several reports I have yet to see on my desk, and you didn’t request a break. So you need to stop drinking your coffee and Get. To. Work.”

You smirked to yourself, taking a short sip of your mug letting the tall tower of whip cream coat your upper lip and skin. You loved riling him up, and it was so easy to do with him. His eyes scrunched up, his voice cracked with the volume he reached sometimes, and his cheeks became flushed the angrier he got. You had a tiny tree you decorated in his honor on your work desk with each little bobble a different shade of red for each stage of his anger.

“Don’t get your stockings in a twist there Bernie.” You smiled before turning to face him. Your chest always bubbled in excitement when you see him in his usual grumpy stance with hands on his hips. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or you wanted a new red ornament to adorn your tree to commemorate another special memory between the two of you, but you knew you were going to try to push him to his limits today.

“And you do know it’s hot chocolate not coffee right? You should really get those old eyes of yours checked out.” You finished with licking up the whip cream before letting your tongue drag slowly back inside your mouth.

Your cheeks burned with happiness watching his eyes narrow in on your action, his face flaring a shade darker, and chest rising with deep breaths that flared his nostrils. Your whole body already wanted to celebrate but you had to keep it cool to push him to his breaking point. So much restless energy flowed through you already that you have to push it all down to wiggling your toes excitedly inside your plush boots.

“My name is Bernard, we have known each other for centuries, and we are the exact same age.” He grinds out once more, voice raising in pitch. “You will give me the production and quality reports I need by the end of today or else Y/N.”

“Or else what, Baxter?” You beamed up at him, realizing that he has inched closer to you and now towers over your sitting form.

“For the love of snowballs its Bernard! You need to get back to work, respect your superior elf by calling me my correct name, or I will bring you straight to Santa and let him deal with you.” He starts leaning down to get in your space.

You watched as the light snowfall collected on his hat, tips of his ears, and nose. Your own nose tickled at the soft minty breath that fanned across your face as he spoke, it warmed your heart a bit more knowing he indulged in some candy canes in secret today. You have caught him in the past hiding around corners to have his candy breaks, scrambling to hide the evidence whenever you jumped out.

Your breath always hitched a bit whenever he heated up like this and you craved it. This was still just a small altercation and you couldn’t wait to push and push until he popped like a jack in the box.

“Make me” You quickly stuck a finger into the mug and scooped a bit of the whipped cream before smashing it into his nose and dragging the cream covered digit down his lips, chin, and neck. “Barney.”

“For Frosty’s sake!” He snaps before roughly grabbing your waist and with a surprising amount of strength that makes you yelp, he pulls you over his shoulder.

“Jeez calm down Blaine, and theres really no need to drag Frosty into this, the poor snowball has been through enough.” You chirp as he bounces you along through town towards the workshop. Despite all the fun you’re having, you still take the opportunity to hide in his curly hair to avoid the stares of all the other elves. The younger ones were drawing more attention to you with their snickers and ooo’s. Most are acclimated to this sort of reaction when the two of you are involved together but with the war path he carves through the snow paved town they knew you were being nothing short of naughty.

“Isn’t Santa supposed to be gone taking Ms. Claus on a trip before the holiday season?” You mutter out, anything to distract yourself from the knot in your stomach. Every part of your skin tingled like frost in the way his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers kneading into your stomach. His other hand clung to one of your legs just above the knee to keep you from fleeing or kicking.

“He got back this morning and has had plenty of time to unpack. Now he can deal with you.” He grounds out, voice evident of his growing frustration.

“Jolly old Nick loves me Bailey! That big old softy can’t even hammer a toy correctly in fear of breaking it.” You yelp out an oof as he jostles you around roughly at yet another nickname you’ve presented.

“Luckily as top elf I can and will break it as long as I have his expressed permission to do so.” His hand flexes around your leg once more, sliding a bit more up the leg as he tries to get a better grip with your wiggling.

Your thighs instinctively clenched and your gut was pulsing from the way he grabbed onto you. You were faced once again to acknowledge the slight crush you’ve been harboring for centuries. Your mind is running laps in this close moment, nose being overwhelmed with his slight cinnamon scent as he pulls you through the workshop. You no longer care about the stares as your mind drifts off to fantasize and think about the surprisingly strong elf carrying you.

You’re more than guilty for stirring up trouble for him just to have the chance to speak to him. Although you report to him its usually just a brief moment of contact before he zooms off to be the strict, serious, and hardworking head elf he takes prides in being. The more you teased him, skipped out on work, and lead him on a series of chases meant the more time you got to spend with him.

You prided yourself a bit on helping him earn his strict reputation, most of the elves being scared straight just by seeing his most strict moments when he reprimanded you. He wasn’t just a hard gumball all the time though. He only gets so worked up because he cares, more than any elf you ever met, about Christmas. His bossiness just came with a deep need of it all to go right but you could always see the care behind his actions despite his angry tones and fell more in love every time.

Even with your bratty elf behavior he always gave you a beautifully wrapped gift every year. Always hand made and always perfect. Whatever current hobby you indulge in, books you are reading, or food you craved he always got something completely perfect for you. You hoped it was a small sign he didn’t truly harbor any frosty feelings towards you.

Your mind started twisting from nice to naughty fairly quick the more his hands squeezed. Now most of your wiggling was to shake away the tingling need begging for attention which only caused him to squeeze more.

Suddenly he pulled you back to the ground right in front of ‘the big mans’ ornate wooden door. Your heart clenched as his hands pulled away from your hips, your dreaming hazed state hoping it wasn’t just you imagining his fingers lingering for a moment. You didn’t have to endure the madness of his skin leaving yours though, as he quickly wraps his hand around your wrist and leans down to stare you in your eyes.

“You have been acting up nearly every day the past month so you are going to go in there and tell him everything you have done.” He clipped through some heavy huffs most likely from caring you the whole way.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m 200 and why do I have to be the one to tell him?”

“Because I’m head elf and my seniority means you have to listen to everything I tell you to do.” The more he bosses you around the more your mind clouds with dirty thoughts of listening to some different commands from him.

Without giving him a response you knock on the door and walk in with the call of puppets screaming to enter. You quickly bounce in as nice as sugar, twirling the bells adorning your skirt, and toss a wave towards Santa. Bernard marches in and stands tall right in front of Santa’s desk, ready to exert his rank. You happily slide up next to him and give him a small jab of your elbow.

“Uh oh.” The puppets immediately call seeing you and Bernard enter, causing Santa to laugh brightly.

“Oh Ho Ho, its never a good sign that both of you are here.” Santa chuckled, sparing a glance at Bernard and raising his eyebrows at the state the elf was in. “So what squabble brings the two of you here again?”

“I’ve been nothing but Jolly to him I swear Santa.” You smile brightly before leaning in. “And can I just say that you look positively glowing with that tan. We should put you at the top of the tree this year.”

“Rednoser.” Bernards quickly coughs out before looking to the side and up.

“Carol killer.” You snip back at him just as quickly under your breath.

“Blizzard box” He shoots back.

“Tinsel tool!” You raise your voice as you both continue slinging insults.

“Toy Twat!” He pivots his view from Santa to stare you down.

“Stocking sniffer!”

Both of you start raising your voices in unison, throwing insults and yelling every thought that can cram its way out of your throats. The volume in the room triples as the puppets start mimicking your fighting and start smacking each other with rolling pins.

“Hey stop it, everyone stop right now!” Santa’s voice cuts through, lacking any real bite but filled with exasperation. Every one takes a moment to collect themselves as Santa stares at both of you while rubbing a hand through his beard.

“Oh boy, those were some new ones. I really hope the younger elves don’t hear those.” Santa hums to himself quietly for a bit in contemplation before sighing and leaning back in his chair.

You shoot a quick glance at Bernard a shoot him a smirk as Santa makes a series of contemplating noises as he rubs his temples.

“Bernard do I really have to deal with this, I just got back and haven’t even taken my boots off, and I need to check on Mrs. Clause.” Santa huffs out in a plea.

“Of course not Santa, I just need your permission to deal with her.” Bernard easily slips back into his head boy pose.

“Alright but it’s officially Christmas season and I really need you both to work together so please go easy on her. Oh and go somewhere private, I don’t need the rest of the elves distracted by your boxing match or to hear your colorful language.” He ends with a chuckle.

“Of course, thank you very much Santa.” Bernard quickly nods and grabs your hand before pulling you out with him.

“And Y/N don’t try to shove a snowball down his pants again!” Santa calls out quickly.

“No promises!” You shout back before stumbling to keep up with Bernards pace.

The march to presumably his office is quiet besides the thud of shoes on the floor as he pulls you down hallways. His silent anger was frightening you just a bit so you decided to poke the bear a bit more for a reaction that would end this silence.

“Brad you really need to slow down!”

His grip on your hand tightens but for now he keeps quiet.

“You heard Kringle, you should be nice to me. I think your heart may be two sizes too small Ben.”

Again no response and the silence was starting to gnaw at you. You were desperate to be acknowledged by him, anything was better than silence.

“Bill? Did you hear me?” Nothing, the fear and guilt start climbing your throat.

“Bob?” Your hands are getting sweaty.

“Benedict!” You finally scream while taking note of how fast your approaching his office door.

“Son of a nutcracker!” He finally screams out, yanking open his door and pulling you in quickly.

“You know my name Y/N! You snarky sarcastic sadistic snowflake! We have know each other over 1,000 years and you still don’t call me, your superior, by my proper name!”

You relished in a brief moment of happiness when he spoke again but it quickly corrupted to a warmth spreading through you again as he paced in front of you. Every time he spared a glance in between each turn of pace his eyes bore into your own, melting away your resolve and making your legs shift under his gaze.

As he slowed his pacing down he leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply as he glared at you. Every muscle in his body looked tense as he awaited whatever snarky comment you were constructing in your mind. Usually your quick wit would take over but your eyes stayed glued to his teeth gnawing on his lip. You sat back against his desk unable to speak, pushing yourself up to sit on the flat surface.

After a few moments he pushed off the wall and approached you, step by step. Finally his legs stopped a breath away from your knees, so close the fabric of his pants brushed past your skin as he shifted his weight back and forth. He breaths out a huff, lowering his eyes to be at level with your own, and boxes you in with his hands resting at either side of your thighs.

Your lungs ceased working, time froze as you waited for him to talk. You’re left with endless amount of time focusing on how cold the room suddenly felt, goosebumps pricking your skin and air bubbles clogging the back of your throat. Your pelvic floor was clenching and it caused a pressure too sharp and needy for you to handle, and you’re quickly trying to unclench and relax.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me?” His voice came out low, frustrated, and coarse.

Before you knew you even opened your mouth, the words tumbled from your lips. “Make me.”