#the Santa clause movie

[generalkenobee]

Having sinful thoughts of riding bernards thigh😃 (the velvet would feel so good tho🤭)

"Not so silent night"

•Warnings: smut, thigh riding, mentions of being caught, mentions of female masterbation, FEM! Reader, let me know if I missed anything

•Synopsis: (Y/N) is feeling really neglected and Bernard doesn't seem to notice till she's practically humping him like a dog...

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Christmas Eve..now this was quite the sight. Elf's everywhere, Santa on his second check of the list, and Bernard...oh Bernard.

He was everywhere all at once, trying to make sure everything was in order making sure that no cookie was burnt, every wrapped gift looked perfect. Not to mention he had to keep Curtis in order.

And you knew how selfish you were being. You were always selfish when it came to your boyfriend. Selfish because you saw the way certain elf girls looked at him

You knew what a vital part of the workshop he was but you just couldn't bring yourself to care. You'd spent countless nights touching yourself since the start of November, moaning so loud..maybe even hoping he would hear and come accommodate for you.

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You say in you and your boyfriends shared room watching a movie while he was out doing who knows what. And once again the same as the past two months. You were horny

You waited patiently for Bernard to arrive so you could ask for some desperately needed attention.

Everything seemed to be heightened, the way the sheets felt against your legs, the cold winters air on brushing your neck. It was almost like you were a dog in heat

If there was anyone to see the look on your face they would know. Anyone but Bernard.

He walked into the room with his brows furrowed carrying a bunch of rolled up blue prints "hi sweetheart" no response. "Bernie?" Nothing.

You say looking at his back as he sat down at his desk tracing his index finger over the words and print onto the blue paper and sighed

You were already built up as it was so seeing him moving his fingers around like that was just..wow

Before you could think your body was already moving, feet carrying you until you were standing behind him with your hands in his hair.

"Bernard..." you ran your hands down to his shoulders and collar bones rubbing and squeezing "please come lay with me" your voice pleading with him begging for affection.

"you know that I can't" his response was short and cold. I mean he didn't even look up at you when he said it.

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He wasn't budging. Nothing..and you needed him. You needed to feel him...

You slowly walked over to the large fire place after you grabbed a box of matches off his desk. You watched the fire start as you walked over to turn off the lights so the room was just enough lit to seem romantic.

"(Y/N) I can't see the-" he halted when you sat down on his thigh resting all your weight on him "(Y/N)..?" You weren't wearing anything under your red nightdress...just in case.

The velvet of his pants..oh my god...

"mmm.." your hips started slowly moving forward and back and you placed your hands in his hair throwing your head back "m' love you.." your hips sped up

Bernard looked up at you with a sad look on his face.

"poor baby...so built up so horny...humping me like a dog" it felt so good to finally have your boyfriend's attention back. To have him look at you again like he needed you.

"I'm so sorry baby..I've been neglectful hm?" You looked up at him with doe eyes nodding your head "mhm.."

"we'll be a good girl and get yourself off on my thigh. Use me to make yourself feel good. You deserve it."

You sped up now moving your hips in small fast circles feeling your orgasm approach "Bernard...I-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan

"shh you don't want everyone knowing how you act when we're alone do you?" You shook your head "no sir"

Bernard loves being called sir. Being head elf and all, it really boosts his ego.

He rested his hands on your hips to help you speed up "yeah you don't want anybody to know you're the head elf's little slut" he rested his lips on your neck "but we both know you are"

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"please baby. Please stain my pants with your hot need" that was all you needed. You were pushed over the edge. The coil in your stomach snapped just as fast as it was built up "Bernard I'm cumming- shit shit shit oh my- nughh-"

His hand rested on the side of your face as you rode out your orgasm kissing you as you moaned into his mouth.

"t-thank you..."

[amidstthemists]

Aesthetic mood board for Bernard the Arch Elf’s office

[queenstarlight2]

Cuddles are best by the Fireplace

word count- 957

Description: Bernard and You finally take a break from work; time to enjoy some much need snuggling!

The North Pole was a wonderland of swirling snow and icy magic, but nothing felt as enchanting as this—the quiet intimacy of being wrapped up in Bernard’s presence, safe and warm by the fire. The flames danced and flickered in the stone hearth, casting long shadows that intertwined with the glimmers of festive lights strung around the room. Everything felt softer in this light, like the whole world had slowed down just for the two of you.

You felt Bernard sigh contentedly against you, his entire body melting into yours as he relaxed. His curls brushed against your chin, tickling slightly, and you couldn’t resist nuzzling into his hair. It smelled like peppermint and pine, mixed with the faintest hint of gingerbread—a scent that was uniquely Bernard, comforting and familiar. You tightened your hold around his waist, pulling him closer, as if you could never get enough of him.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his cheek against your chest. His words sent a shiver of delight down your spine, and you felt your heart swell with affection. He tilted his head just enough to glance up at you, his dark eyes gleaming with contentment and a touch of mischief. “Do you know how hard it is to find warmth like this up here?” he teased.

You chuckled softly, feeling his laughter vibrate through your chest. “Well, I’m glad I can be your personal heater,” you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed at the touch, and you felt the smallest smile form against your chest.

Bernard shifted a bit, snuggling deeper into your embrace, his hands sliding up to rest on your shoulders. His fingers brushed along your collarbone, tracing absent patterns as he let himself be held. You could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, each of his breaths growing steadier and deeper. It wasn’t often that he let his guard down like this, but when he did, it was a sight that never failed to make your heart ache in the best way.

Your hand found its way under the edge of his sweater, your fingertips grazing the small of his back, and he shivered, letting out a quiet gasp. His skin was warm and soft beneath your touch, and you stroked gentle circles there, soothing and comforting. Bernard let out a breathy laugh, the sound muffled against your chest, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile.

“Ticklish?” you asked, grinning as you continued to run your fingers over his back.

He wrinkled his nose, giving you a mock glare, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice light and playful. “But don’t you dare use that against me, or I’ll never let you be the big spoon again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the warm, fire-lit room. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said, though your hands continued to wander gently, tracing the dip of his spine and the curves of his muscles. You could feel how strong he was, the years of hard work and dedication he had poured into managing Santa’s workshop, but in this moment, he was soft and pliant under your touch, completely vulnerable.

Bernard’s hands slid up to your neck, and he pulled himself up just enough to press his forehead against yours. His curls tumbled down around his face, brushing against your cheeks, and you could see every detail in his eyes—the flecks of gold, the warmth that seemed endless. You held his gaze, your breath mingling in the small space between you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “For being here. For... everything.” His words were heavy with emotion, and you knew how much it meant for him to let himself be this open, this unguarded.

Your heart felt impossibly full, and you leaned forward to close the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his. It was a soft, lingering kiss, filled with all the love you had for him, and you felt him smile against your mouth. When you pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining.

“I’d be anywhere you are,” you replied, your voice steady and full of conviction. “You mean everything to me.”

Bernard let out a shaky breath, and his arms wrapped around you even tighter, as if he was afraid to let you go. He settled back against your chest, his head resting beneath your chin, and you cradled him close, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against your skin. You both stayed like that for a long while, wrapped up in each other, the fire crackling softly beside you.

Your hand drifted to his side, your fingers brushing over his ribs in gentle, soothing motions. He hummed, the sound vibrating through your chest, and you felt him relax even further, his body melting into yours like he was made to fit there. The warmth between you felt like a protective cocoon, shielding you both from the world outside.

“I could stay like this forever,” Bernard whispered, his voice drowsy and full of contentment.

You kissed the top of his head, your lips lingering in his hair. “Me too,” you murmured. “Me too.”

The wind howled outside, but inside, there was only the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the soft crackle of the fire, and the quiet, unbreakable connection between you and Bernard. It was a moment that felt endless, like time had paused just to let you savor the warmth and love that filled the room.

And as you held him, you knew that this—being with him, loving him, sharing this perfect stillness—was all you needed.

[daddybird7]

full art is ready

[rebelliousstories]

Due Back

Relationship: Bernard the Elf x Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 1,535

Main Masterlist: Here

The Santa Clause Masterlist: Here

Summary: For the past couple of years, Bernard gets ahead of his paperwork for the week of Thanksgiving, and takes a little vacation. No one knows where he goes, and he won’t tell anyone. No matter how convincing.

Consider Donating: Here

Today was the day! Bernard had a little extra pep in his step as he made his final round around the workshop floor. Everything was running just as smoothly as it should have been. His lists had been made, checked once then twice, and passed out so that everyone knew exactly what to do while he was away.

Normally, no one could pull Bernard away from the workshop during any time of year. And yet for some reason, for the last few years, something or someone had been doing just that. How else to explain Bernard’s actions during the final week of November? All of the elves had gotten used to it over the last several years, but it was still odd for them. They had quickly learned though that he was never going to tell them what he does in the week he is gone.

His boss, on the other hand, was not so easily pacified.

As soon as November 1st comes along, he notices a stark change in his head elf. Bernard was even more focused on getting everything on track. The never ending pile of paperwork that he had suddenly vanished into completed folders. Any and all specialty items were taken care of before he disappeared. But what was the strangest behavior the Santa noticed, was the smile that seemed to be permanently etched onto his head elf’s face.

Bernard was especially happy during this time of year, whereas it used to be his most stressful time. Not to be mistaken, it still was, but there was something in Bernard’s life now that took some of that stress off. He had one last folder to deliver to Santa, who took this as the perfect opportunity to grill him.

“Santa, I have the progress reports for the last week right here for you.” A decorative red and gold binder containing the entire week’s updates were placed upon the big man’s desk.

“Brilliant, Bernard. Well done. This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you are about to go see whatever it is that can actually put a smile on your face is it?” Scott teased, watching the elf’s cheeks flush with a rosy glow.

“Just taking my week of vacation, sir,” he replied sheepishly. The older man, however, wanted to know exactly what was going on. Surprisingly, the whole “Santa sees you when you’re sleeping and knows when you’re awake” thing only applies to humans. Not elves.

“Come on. How long have we worked together now? What do you do when you’re away from the pole, Mr. Workaholic.”

“Sorry, Santa. That is a secret just for me to know. If there is nothing else, I’ll be on my way. Curtis is more than capable to step into my shoes for the week.” As fast as he could, so as to not allow Scott an in, Bernard left the office.

“Bernard,” called the man now stroking his beard thoughtfully, “whoever it is, keep her around.”

The elf stood there for a moment as his mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. Without a word to dignify with that comment with a response, Bernard turned on his heels and left the office for good this time. His bags were packed, and he was able to finally leave.

He took one of their newest reindeers as his transportation. No one batted an eye at Bernard saddling up Lumi for the journey ahead. The sweet girl had just finished her basic training to help pull Santa’s sleigh, but that was still weeks out. Bernard would return her in plenty of time.

Snow barely phased him anymore. Living in the North Pole his entire life, the elf was very used to the cold. So as he made his descent to the backyard of the home he was aiming for, the welcomed sight of a white covered ground greeted him. Just as he tied Lumi to one of the trees, a light flicked on inside. A smile broke free against his will, and Bernard made his way to the back door. His key slipped into the lock right as another went into the front door. The second he stepped inside, warmth spread through him.

“Bernard! You’re here,” and he was nearly knocked over by the weight oh someone tackling him in a hug.

“I’m here, my dear. I’ve missed you.” His arms wrapped around the woman, and he reveled in the feeling that spread through him.

There were few things that managed to warm him, but none like her hugs. Pulling back just a bit to see her face, Bernard found that the both of them were tracing over every feature of the other. She was another year older, with a new fine crinkle by her eyes, a new freckle that had not been there before. He knew that he looked the exact same, but he could not help it.

“Do you want to help me with dinner? I just need to make the sides and pop the rolls in.” She offered, not yet releasing herself from his hold.

“Of course. I’m starving, and I have been dreaming about your roast chicken. You actually know how to baste.”

Thus, the human and the elf settled back into a familiar routine of domesticity. She worried over the seasonings for their meal, while Bernard made sure nothing burned. He helped with plating their sides and rolls, and carried the chicken to the table, while she followed after with some more food.

They did not eat like this the entire time Bernard was here, but the first and last day was special. Tucking themselves into their chairs, the pair begun to dig into their meal. Some light conversation flowed between them, but nothing too deep. It was not until they had retired to the couch that the dialogue took a more serious turn.

Bernard stoked the flames of the fireplace before coming back to sit on the couch with his favorite person. While he sat upright against the back, she leaned over and snuggled into his side. Her head rested against his chest with his heartbeat beating underneath her ear.

“When do I have to give you back?” She turned just a little so that she was able to look up at her partner. They had never quite put a label on what they were, but both knew that they were in love with each other.

“November 30th. I don’t have to leave till late at night though.” Bernard’s fingers began to card through her hair from where she rested.

“Ah. Back in time for last minute preparations.” She mused, to which he nodded in agreement.

“Yeah…” but he did not sound excited about it. His hand stilled on top of her head. In fact, in the last few years, Bernard was increasingly less happy to go back.

“What’s up?” He sighed and stared into the flames ahead.

“What if I didn’t have to go back?”

It was out in the open now. The feeling that he had felt for some time was there for her to react to. And react she did. She sat up incredibly quick and barely missed hitting Bernard’s chin in the process. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gaped open.

“What do you- what? Huh? What does that mean, B? You have to go back. You told me that elves can’t stay for long periods of time away from the pole.” She was utterly dumbfounded. Her flabbers were gasted.

“Well,” he tried to cut in and explain, “there is actually a way for elves to be away from the pole. It just hasn’t been done in centuries. But it requires us giving up our longevity and magic. In essence, we become human.”

She sat back on the other end of the couch, and did not speak. The longer she stayed quiet, the more nervous Bernard got. This was definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He messed with his hands and felt himself flush, and not because of the warm fire ahead.

“Is that something you’re thinking about?” Her question was spoken so softly, so quietly; it sounded almost angelic.

“Um, a bit. I was just thinking how nice it would be if I could stay here. With you.” He admitted, gazing down at his hands.

“Would you be happy?”

Bernard thought that question was ridiculous. Of course he would. Sure, he would miss the pole, but he wanted to be here. He needed to be here. Curtis was a promising protege and already adept at running the factory and all its runnings without him. Maybe it was time for him to move on. Bernard wanted to be selfish for once in long life.

“Yes.”

Her arms were thrown over him, and he returned the sentiment. Pulling her closer, he set her on his lap as he burrowed into her neck. She placed her cheek on top of his hat that covered his dark curls. They sat just like that for who knows how long. But while they did, Bernard made his choice right then and there.

This would be the last year that Bernard was going to be due back for Christmas.

[phoenixyfriend]

Concept: Santa has a memory-modifying machine and that's why parents are never suspicious of the extra presents under the tree.

[I may or may not write this as a proper story some day but in case I don't, have a look]

They all just have an implanted memory of buying it themselves. For people who are in poverty and struggling, this means that Santa does have to limit himself to 'realistic' gifts, but if a kid would be happy with a really cool puzzle or some candy they're not usually able to get, it's easy to frame that in the memory as "Oh yeah, I think I saw that they were giving away bags of this chocolate for any purchase over $20, so I grabbed an extra can of beans" or something.

If a kid's been really good, he can add some sort of "Parents entered a giveaway" memory for a bigger present, but too many of those might arouse suspicion.

Also possible is localized charities that get a lot of "anonymous" gifts that are actually from Santa.

And the volunteers that 'decide' which gift goes where are undercover elves who are making sure the presents end up with the kids who really want them.

@threebea said:

The rule with Santa is if an "adult" is aware of the magic he loses his power which is why he needs to go to lengths to make himself seem like a hybrid of commercialization and religion. He will definitely do other things if he has no justifiable way of getting something to a kid who doesn't get presents from their parents for whatever reason. Can range from extra luck like vending machine gave doubles or bus actually waited. He will reward goodness of children it might not be as much as he would like but he does what he can to continue being able to do it. He can't go as hard as he would like because too big and even memory modification won't be enough but he will try to get away with big stuff.

This kid was so good that he is rigging an xbox giveaway for them.

There's an elf that has to be like: No no, that's too big. Santa: I can spin it I can spin it. Santa also has a heist team to do the rigging of big ticket items. Sometimes they'll just set up a fake contest but sometimes they're like: This is our window, operation BMX is a go. Elf: There are not enough contests in this small town to justify this, Santa. You need to make a choice. Santa: Rich guy who wants to do Christmas miracle for children? Elf: You get one a year you wanna use that card? Santa: [narrows eyes] …. Two but in different countries Elf: This is not a negotiation. Santa: I feel like it is.

Exhausted second in command trying to keep Santa within the realm of reason but this jolly old man wants to be doing good so much.

Vigilante-ism

Vigisanty-ism Santa: We could haunt Jeff Bezos we haven't done that in awhile. Elf: No one will ever believe it don't be greedy.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

Elizabeth Mitchell as Carol Newman in The Santa Clause 2, you are so loved

[firawren]

May I have your attention for a very important poll!

Please look at these Santas:

And now tell me:

* I only picked characters who had actual Santa powers and/or the official Santa title bestowed on them, not characters who only dressed as or pretended to be Santa. Sorry Jack Skellington.

[stydixa]

THE SANTA CLAUSE (1994) Dir. John Pasquin

[theyuletidecarols]

𝐵𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁꪱׁׅᝯׁ 𝒪𝒻 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

✩‧₊˚🎅🏻🎄🦌📜

[amidstthemists]

Mood board for Mother Nature *

*based on my ao3 fic Something in the Air

Avid faerie wine drinker

Loves chess

Everything and nothing is a game to her

Is a business woman deep down

She has your best interests in mind, even if it hurts one or the both of you

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

Mother knows best

~

Read the fic here

[sammythelover]

[companionjones]

Expect The Unexpected

Pairing: Bernard the Elf x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause Movies

Summary: Bernard surprises you by showing up on the night of Christmas. He has a story for you to explain his appearance. He also might have another surprise...

Warnings: Cursing

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You very nearly spilled your hot chocolate when your boyfriend appeared under a cascade of sparkles in front of your TV in your living room. "B?!" You quickly set aside your mug, removed your blanket, and got to your feet. "What're you doing here? It's Christmas Day! Well, more like night now," you corrected yourself with a gesture to the window. You took the few steps necessary to hug him.

Bernard had made it very clear that his job came first when you had met him. The two of you had been seeing each other for over two years at that point, and Bernard was always absent from American Thanksgiving to the New Year. You never had a problem with it.

Your boyfriend seemed sweaty in his response. "Oh, you know. I could feel you missing me extra this year, so I figured I'd pop down and say hello. For your sake."

Quickly, you parted from your hug to give him an unconvinced look.

Bernard didn't even need to look at you to know that you saw right through him. "Okay, I'm sorry! The lead up to this Christmas was just so stressful--more stressful than normal--and I needed to see you."

He was speaking so fast that you didn't object as he pulled you to sit on your couch with both hands.

Bernard proceeded to tell you the story of the lead up to that Christmas while barely taking the time to breathe. Apparently, the current Santa Claus, Scott Calvin, needed a Mrs. Claus in order to continue being St. Nicholas. While he was gone and looking for his better half, Bernard's 2nd in command, Curtis, made a life-like toy Santa to run things at the North Pole. The toy Santa went crazy and almost ruined Christmas. However, Scott Calvin returned in time to right everything, and to marry a woman he had fallen in love with. Her name was Carol.

"Holy shit! What the fuck?" You exclaimed once the story was over.

"As always, I missed the eloquent way you express my thoughts exactly," Bernard sighed deeply as he leaned against your shoulder.

Gently, you removed his hat so you could place a soft kiss on top of his head. "I missed you too," you returned. "Now, since I have you here, would you like to curl up with some hot cocoa and watch some Christmas movies? Or, if you're all Christmased out, we could just stare at the black screen?"

Bernard snorted and moved back to a sitting position. "Honey, I'd love to, but there's still one more thing I have to make right." He pulled a small, red velvet box from his pocket.

Knowing on-sight what it was, you gasped.

"The wedding I attended earlier today made me realize one thing: I wanted you there. In fact, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" He opened the case to reveal an astonishingly beautiful ring.

Tears were going to spill from your eyes if you spoke, but you broke through your nod to confirm anyway, "Yeah!" You couldn't even from the whole word 'Yes', but you what you said was enough for Bernard.

You placed your right hand on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss, which was only broken so the two of you could watch Bernard slide the ring onto your left ring finger. The two of you kissed again. "I love you," Bernard broke the kiss to say.

"I love you, too," you promised in the light of your twinkling Christmas tree.

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[suddenly--sam]

Ti's the season and what not, Bernard season

[daeneryssansa]

the santa clause