#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..."

[chiknnodlsuop]

MY DAD TURNED ON THE SANTA CLAUSE AND WHEN BERNARD CAME ON SCREEN MY SISTER SAID “shake yo dreads! Shake yo dreads!” GUYS IM CRASHING OUT

[amidstthemists]

Aesthetic mood board for Bernard the Arch Elf’s office

[stydixa]

THE SANTA CLAUSE (1994) Dir. John Pasquin

[theyuletidecarols]

𝐵𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ꩇׁׅ݊ɑׁׅ֮ᧁׁꪱׁׅᝯׁ 𝒪𝒻 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

✩‧₊˚🎅🏻🎄🦌📜

[suddenly--sam]

Ti's the season and what not, Bernard season

[fictionadventurer]

Unexpectedly brilliant choice for The Santa Clause movie to have (most of) its elves played by children. Usually, eternally young elves are, like, 20 to 30 years old. But this eternal youth is eternal childhood. These elves maintain the childlike faith and wonder of "the spirit of Christmas" that makes the North Pole such a magical place. Children know this place exists without seeing it, so of course the elves that run it are eternal children!

But that's also why Santa Claus has to be an adult! Children receive the wonders of Christmas, but giving and charity are adult actions. Santa Claus has to be childlike enough in spirit to maintain wonder and faith, but adult enough to provide for all the children of the world. The nonsensical worldbuilding might have a thematic point to make!

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, it's kind of a brilliant expression of the movie's themes of childhood vs. maturity, and I can't believe I've only just now considered it.

[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.

[chocolate-covered-whiskey]

If the movie is in a series, I just put the title of the series.

Link to second poll

[theladyofshalott1989]

MCtober2024: Week 5!

Thanks so much to @lamieboo for five weeks of delightful prompts!

Damien in a Cosy Sweater

Damien's Halloween Costume

In my Sebastian POV Halloween one shot, Damien gives Sebastian quite the scare dressed as a ghost, so, of course, I had to draw his costume.

[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

[thisgirlsophia]

HC’s for Bernard the Elf dating a Sweet!Reader

(gifs not mine)

I wrote this all the way back at the beginning of August during Summer vacation and just waited till now, since Bernard season was back

CW: GN! Reader, Pure Fluff 

You two are complete opposites. You being the upbeat, positive, sweet one. Him being the sarcastic, grumpy, overthinker one. But opposites attract! You do occasionally have a few sarcasm battles with each other though.

Him being 2 inches taller than you.

I feel like he only uses nicknames when it’s just the two of you. Ex: Love, Sweetheart, dear, darling, (very simple but sickly sweet).

You use a few sweet ones too, but you also like to make fun of him sometimes so Mr. perfectionist, and grumpy it is.

If you use a sweet one in public, he will get embarrassed.

“I told you not to use that in public!” 

You smile and laugh mischievously.

“Seriously, this is a work environment! Be professional!”

You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Whatever you say sweetie.”

You walk away leaving behind a blushing annoyed Bernard.

Having snowball fights. 

Him winning and you insisting it was a tie.

Making snow angels together.

Sitting by the fire and cuddling while drinking hot chocolate.

Ice skating together. That boy is one great skater.

You help him have more fun.

Stealing his hat (Doesn’t matter if it was on or off his head).

“Hey Y/N, have you seen-”

He didn’t even bother trying to get it back, you just looked so adorable.

Oh, and when you see him genuinely smile or laugh for the first time-

“Hey, love?”

Bernard waves his hand in front of your face.

You were just so lovestruck!

“Oh! Um I just never thought- you should do that more often.”

Being close with Charlie.

Coming with Bernard whenever he visits him.

Charlie looks up to you two.

He was so happy when you two got together.

And Bernard was so embarrassed-

Calming him down when he gets angry.

“It’s okay Bernard, we can figure it out together.”

You give him a comforting hug, linking your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his collarbone.

He hugs you back, puts his head in the crook of your neck, and sighs.

Kisses are full of love and adoration.

Him letting you play with his curly hair.

You two have definitely kissed under the mistletoe before (Scott & Charlie 100% had something to do with it).

Maybe when you two were just friends you only gave him a kiss on the forehead.

(Probably really blushes whenever you kiss him on the forehead, since it reminds him of that moment).

But when you became a couple.

You two had the sweetest most beautiful kiss ever!

Scott/Santa thinks you are one of the best things that have happened to Bernard.

He’s less uptight and seems to be happier at work now that you’re in his life.

When cuddling, if you are facing each other, your head will be in his chest and his head will be on top of yours.

Holding you like the teddy bear you are <3

If you’re spooning he’s most likely the big spoon.

But sometimes when he’s had a rough stressful day *cough* Curtis bugging him.

He loves for you to be holding him.

It’s very comforting and gives him the hope that tomorrow will be better.

Getting him to take breaks (ones that are longer than 5 minutes lol).

And possibly a vacation. 

Might take a lot of an effect but it will be worth it.

“But Bernard-”

“No! Too much needs to be done!”

“Christmas is 360 days away! Can’t you spare 15 minutes?”

“I-”

He looks down and sees you with pleating eyes, and a small pout.

“Fine.”

You smile wide and you give him a great big hug.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He blushes and smiles ever so slightly. 

He always tends to over work himself.

Sometimes he falls asleep in his office.

You'll come home and he won’t be there.

So, you head over to the workshop and open his door.

You find him slumped over his desk with his pen still in his hand.

You smile and walk over to him, removing the pen from his grasp.

You slightly nudge his shoulder.

“Bernard honey, you can finish that in the morning. Let’s go home.”

You make him eat a little bit of dinner before he goes to bed.

He falls asleep in your arms <3

You just care and love this elf so much, and as stubborn as he may be you wouldn’t want it any other way.

I really enjoyed writing this at the time, so I hoped you enjoyed reading them.

[peteneems]

[babygirl-olympics]

[lizardsfromspace]

So in The Santa Clause is Santa a kind of virus, or is he a tulpa? How do new holidays come into existence? Is it from belief? How many people had to believe in Santa for the North Pole to come into existence? What or who was there before it was erased? Or is it a more ancient entity, hopping from body to body? Did he always exist like this 20th century depiction, or did he used to embody wild man myths of pagan winter celebrations? It's strongly implied that no Santa before him lasted more than a year, so it's likely that many times, someone is only Santa for a few hours before dying & there's more than one a night. This is America so we have to assume at least a few, potentially most, Santas have been shot as intruders, so in The Santa Clause universe there's more than one child who witnessed Santa coming through their temporarily eldritch chimney, only to get shot dead by their dad, and then witnessed their dad turning into Santa, screaming "hohoho KILL ME hohoho" to their sobbing wife as they grew extra hair and fat and ate cookies, as depicted in the 1994 film The Santa Clause

Or do they remember? Everybody treats Santa as a laughable concept, but they all get presents of unclear origin every Christmas! Do their minds refuse to process the impossibility? Is everyone in the Santa Clause universe in a constant state of denial that's on the verge of tearing their minds apart? How many people are in asylums for insisting they saw Santa and he's real, and do their doctors pause, consider that unknown present last year, before dismissing it, bc they must dismiss it to carry on, lest they, too, be thrown in the asylums? But it's not everyone bc Santa from the Santa Clause only gives presents to kids who celebrate Christmas. Why? Is it a personal choice driven by hatred of other religions, or are his powers bound somehow? If so, by who? Which brings us back to our question - virus or tulpa?

Anyway, did you remember Mrs. Claus from the sequels is Juliet from Lost? Wow!

[everydayschristmas]

classic 😎❄️

Hot chocolate by the fireplace while this plays. You can't go wrong.