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bisexual-thoughtss · 5 months

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I have a Bernard request 👉👈 maybe Bernard, right before the holiday season, works himself so much into a stress-induced anxious lather in front of you that he literally has a small panic attack and struggles to breathe, and you have to de-escalate him w/ kindness (and possibly cuddles)???

I combined this one with 🍀 anon’s ask, I hope you like it!

Bernard x Reader

You stick your head into the stuffing room, excited greetings ringing out when you’re spotted. You look around, spying piles of fluff, half stuffed animals, and hardworking elves.

“Hello, hi. Hey, you!” you greet a few of the elves, “Has anyone seen Bernard?”

“Last I saw he was headed toward the kitchen,” one elf pipes up.

“On a war path, I heard,” another mentions with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh oh,” you wince, “I better go talk him down.”

As you make your way through the hall, you don’t spot Bernard anywhere so you continue your hike toward the kitchens. Finally approaching the candy themed doors, you pull them open and head inside.

“How’s it going, everyone?” You ask cheerily as you pop in. Your smile falters a bit as you see the baking elves and their drained faces as they mumble replies to your question.

“Why the long faces?” You frown, looking around at them for answers. They avoid your gaze, halfheartedly rolling out cookie dough.

“Bernard yelled at us,” one of the elves finally admits and you grimace.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You all know how he gets this close to Christmas,” you apologize.

“Do you know where he went?” You ask the elf nearest you.

“The toy floor,” she murmurs and your heart breaks at how downtrodden she seems.

“I’m gonna go find him, why don’t you guys take a break, huh? Have some cocoa,” you tell them and their faces light up. You grab a bagged cookie, tucking it in your pocket to use to talk Bernard down when you find him, and laughing as a chorus of ‘thank you!’ follows you out the door as you leave.

When you round the corner to the toy floor you spot Bernard right away. He’s gesturing and pointing while he talks to the painters, and you can see how tense his shoulders are from across the room.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” You hear someone behind you exclaim. You sidle up to Bernard just before it seems like he’s really going to snap.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you all over,” you smile, rubbing the velvet of his shirt over his bicep. He softens as soon as he hears your voice.

“Hi, sugar,” he smiles dopily for a second before his eyebrows furrow again. He looks like he’s about to turn and start again but you cut in as he opens his mouth.

“I’ve got something for you, c’mon,” you tell him, tugging lightly on his sleeve so he’ll follow you. He frowns, clearly wanting to stay and finish whatever lecture he’d started but he trails after you. When you finally make it off the toy floor he can’t stand it anymore.

“What do you have for me?” He finally asks.

“A break and a cookie,” you tell him as you reach the door to his office.

“I don’t have time for a break!” he insists.

“Yes, you do. You need one, you’re starting to take out your frustrations on the elves,” you argue.

“I can’t take a break, it’s almost Christmas!” His voice cracks.

“Santa has only checked his list once! The painters painted all the dump trucks green, the bakers aren’t meeting their cookie quota! The- the-“ he rants until his breath is coming out in short quick puffs and his hands are shaking.

“Whoa, hey, hey,” you reach out to hold onto his shirt as he sways slightly on his feet. You pull him into his office, and towards the plush couch against the wall. You sit the both of you down, scooting back to give him some space.

“Can you breathe with me?” You ask and he nods with wide eyes, breath rabbit quick.

“In, two, three…” you count a couple of breaths for him to follow, but it doesn’t seem to help calm him as much as you’d like.

“Can I touch you?” You ask and he croaks out a yes. You bring his hand up to press flat against your sternum, breathing deeply and encourage him to match your pace. The steady thudding of your heartbeat helps calm him down as he matches your breaths.

“Feel a little better?” You ask once you feel like his breathing is normal again and his hands have stopped shaking. You get a tiny ‘yeah’ and you can’t help but coo at how pitiful he sounds.

“Oh, honey,” you pull him to you, rubbing his back soothingly.

“C’mon, take some of this stuff off,” you murmur, taking his hat and necklace off, gently dropping them to the floor. He takes his bag off and deposits it in the pile as well.

“Lay down with me,” you suggest and he gives in easily. His head rests on your chest once you get settled, your fingers scratching against the nape of his neck. You hum an apology when he shivers at the touch, moving to pop open the button on the back of his collar to give him more room to breathe. By now you know better than to run your fingers through his hair and risk messing up his curls, so you move down to scratch his back lightly.

“Santa always gets the list done, he knows what he’s doing. The kitchen elves are doing their best. They seem to be on track to make enough, but you can always delegate a few more elves to help in the kitchen if you feel like they need it. And there’s nothing wrong with green dump trucks,” you talk him through his worries.

“I know it’s your job to take care of everything, but you have to take care of yourself too,” you remind him.

“What did I do to deserve you, sugarplum?” he wonders, voice muffled into your sweater.

“You must’ve been on the nice list,” you joke, poking him softly in the side to watch him squirm. You’re sure this must’ve taken a lot out of him, he seems ready to fall asleep any second and you’re more than willing to lay here as long as it takes for him to get a little rest.

“I love you, sugarplum,” he mumbles sleepily, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Love you too,” you press a kiss to his unruly curls as his breathing starts to even out.

“Did you say something about a cookie?” He looks up suddenly and asks, and you can’t help but let out a startled laugh.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the santa clause #🍀

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marsconer · 4 months

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i don’t know how to explain to my mutuals that rewatching the santa clause movies is doing something to me ( healing my inner child ) and i have a new comfort character, little blorbo, tiny darling

#bernard the elf #the santa clause #hes a fashion icon #and he’s comforting #turning 20 in 2024 #19 going on 12 vibes #tall child mood #bernard the santa clause #he’s eldest daughter coded

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justalineinasong · 1 year

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sweet nothings

bernard x gn! reader

Summary- Bernard is overworked, but you make him feel better.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's Sweet Nothings, love that song so much and it just feels like such a Bernard song. Let's be real, he is a swiftie!

Bernard was known for his on time and upright behavior. He had always been that way. The elf knew that if he ever wanted to raise amongst the ranks within the workshop, he'd have to do what was right. what was right was being on scheduled and showing other's that you were dependable. Bernard did everything in his power to make the other elves, and of course Santa, like him. However, Bernard never knows when to take a break.

For instance! The year before Scott became Santa, the workshop was running as smooth and on time as possible. In fact, it was October and the elves had surpassed their quota! Everyone was thrived about, everyone but Bernard. Bernard, in stead of letting himself celebrate, felt as if this meant bad luck was coming. Bernard had spent all day and night worrying himself sick just thinking about all the things that could go wrong before Christmas.

That's where the lovely Y/N comes in. Y/N had a way of calming not just Bernard, but everyone in the workshop. See, Bernard was Head elf, but there are actually various head elves all belonging to their own department. Like Judy was the head of baked goods and hot cocoa mixologist. Y/N was head of North Pole security and the Effective Liberating Flight Squad unit (E.L.F.S for short). Everyone felt safe knowing Y/N was there watching over them, making sure nothing went wrong. The North Pole had its fair share of experiences with research groups, archaeologists, and other interferences. Y/N had it all under control. What none of the other elves knew, was how Y/N could calm Bernard down with on look!

Bernard currently pacing up and down they workshop, checking in on everyone and the toys. This would have been fine, even nice, if it wasnt he 4th rotation around the workshop in an hour. The elves knew it was his job and he was just making sure everything was running smoothly, it was almost November so they couldn't blame him! However, everything was going smoothly. This year had been the most productive since Scott to over! Bernard had nothing to be concerned about.

That's why Scott went to Y/N. Just as all the elves knew, Santa knew of your spell over Bernard. Once he noticed Bernard going to make his 5th workshop check-up, Scott went to find Y/N. The H/C elf stood calmly in their security room. The walls covered in monitors, each showing a different angle of the Pole. Y/N had always found their job calming, even if it wasn't always calm. They had the unique job of assuring every elf, and occasional human, that they were safe! Y/N was talking to Danny, a E.L.F.S agent, about grabbing hot cocoa for the unit when Scott came in.

"Y/N, are you busy?" The sudden, new voice caused the E.L.F.S to look towards Santa, each giving him a wide grin to greet him 'hello'. Y/N looked to Santa, matching their agents smiles.

"No, I'm not! Everything is running smoothly, did you need me for something?" Confidence laced the elf's words as they stood tall, well as tall as an elf could stand!

"Yes, would you follow me?" Santa's question was met the a sharp 'of course' as Y/N followed his lead out of the security unit and to the workshop.

"It's November and all of you guys are doing fantastic- as usual!" Scott praised, but his face showed a different story. He sighed, his hands had go to reach the grand workshop door's golden handle. Yet his hand never made it. In stead, he turned back to Y/N with worried eyes. "Bernard is on edge, more than usual. He needs to calm down. You're the only I know who can get him to take a break."

The elf softly smiled at Santa, their hands reaching up to rub their eyes gently. "I told him he needed to sleep in today, sir. He was so overworked last night, he came home and passed right out...couldn't even bare to eat..." Y/N thought that when they told their lover to sleep in a bit, relax a bit in the morning, he would! Y/N wasnt asking him to take the day off completely- just a break in the morning! Bernard was gonna be the death of them.

"Please get him to take a nap or something before one of these poor elves snap at him. I think he'd fall over from being shout at right now." Scott was just as worried as you were, you knew that. The Jolly man reached to open the door, allowing you to walk through.

The moment the door had opened, every elf in that workshop had their eyes on Y/N; However, they were only looking at Bernard. Y/N quickly walked down the spiral staircase as the elves went back to work, they all knew why Y/N was there. Bernard looked scared at the sight of his lover. He knew he should have listened to them. Sure, his partner was the sweetest elf in the world, but Y/N wouldn't hesitate to drag Bernard's ass back to their home and force him to sit down. Bernard had a funny feeling that everything was about to happen.

Y/N grabbed his boyfriend's arm, Bernard had never seen him so worried. his lover's anxious look was painful for him to look at, Bernard felt sick when he realized he cause it. He never meant to stress Y/N out, they didn't deserve it.

“Have you slept?” Y/N soft voice made Bernard break, thankfully no one saw him tear up as his lover was already dragging him out of the workshop. “I mean, I know you’ve slept…but like really slept!” Y/N exclaimed as they let go of Bernard’s arm and turned to him. Their heart breaking at the sight of a misty eyed Bernard. “Oh snowflake…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you…I'm just worried.”

“I- I kn-know…” Bernard choked out causing Y/N to pull him close into a tight hug, their hand rubbing his lower back. The two stayed like that for awhile, Bernard softly weeping in Y/N arms, until Y/N slowly pulled away.

Their soft eyes looked to their lover, “You need to tell me what’s going on? Everything in the workshop is going great, darling. Talk to me.”

Bernard looked at his feet. He didn’t really know how to put all his thoughts and emotions into words. A shaky breath left his lips, “That’s the issues…” He heaved out, looking to meet Y/N confused face. “I-I don’t know, everything is going like to well…” Y/N hummed softly at what Bernard said. Bernard’s fear wasn’t silly and Y/N knew he just wanted to have a good Christmas this year. It’s a big job being head elf. Christmas was the last major holiday of the year, beside the New Years Eve. Bernard carried a heavy weight, his lover knew that.

“I see, you’re scared something is gonna go wrong…” Bernard nodded softly as Y/N took his hands in theirs, rubbing their thumb across Bernard’s calloused hands. “I understand where you’re coming from, love, I do…but nothing bad is gonna happen. It’s gonna be okay. Let yourself have this one, celebrate.” Y/N’s smile brightened up Bernard’s life, and their words never ceased to comfort him.

“Yeah…you’re right. Maybe I was being a little to…much.” Bernard softly chuckled, looking at his feet once more, and then back to Y/N.

“I don’t think you could ever be too much, or maybe I’m just biased.” Y/N soothed, letting go of one of Bernard’s hands so they could wipe his tear stained cheek. Bernard melted into the soft touch, his eyes fluttering close.

“Sometimes…everything is just so much…” Bernard murmured, his eyes slowly opening. “When I try to take a break, something always tells me how I should be doing more…” The head elf looked up to his lover with soft, tired eyes. “I’m just too soft for all of it.”

Y/N looked to Bernard, his eyes just as soft and tired as their lovers. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Whenever you need to run, just run home to me.” love pouring out in their words like sweet honey.

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #the santa clauses #bernard the santa clause #bernard the elf fanfic #bernard the elf imagine #the santa clause fanfic #david krumholtz #david krumholtz x reader #x reader #x gn reader

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sku1l-b4e · 2 months

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Master List🫶🏻

(Epilepsy warning - flashing gifs)

Fandoms I write for:

--✭ Tokio Hotel --✭ Fnaf

--✭ Voltron. --✭ Journeys End

--✭ Creepypasta --✭ The Santa Clause 2

--✭ COD MW2

--✭ Marble Hornets

--✭ KISS

¡¡ I take requests !!

Tokio Hotel

Bill:

ׂ╰┈➤ School Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

╰┈➤ He found out.

ׂ╰┈➤ Headcanons (chubby cheeks)

╰┈➤ Sorry !!

Tom:

╰┈➤ "These damn ribbons..."

╰┈➤ Beach Day !!

╰┈➤ Private Lessons

╰┈➤ Movie Night...🫣

ׂ╰┈➤ Headcanons (short reader)

The Santa Clause

╰┈➤ Bernard The Head Elf - Headcanons

Not completed !!

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz smut #love #bill kaulitz x reader smut #tom kaulitz x reader #school #georg listing fluff #georg listing #georg listing x reader #georg listing smut #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #kiss the band #girls kissing girls

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ronnieloveskorn · 5 months

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Bernard the elf cg stimboard :3 watching The Santa Clause rn and the movie makes me feel soo tiny

might be the last post till christmas , idk :3 if i get any requests then ill make sure to do them though !!

i love using different dni banners every post nothing will stop me

#christmas stimboard #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #the santa clause #agere #sfw caregiver #fandom agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw regression #agere stimboard #age regression stimboard

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foxevxid · 5 months

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someone write more fanfiction for that damn elf

#i’m talking about bernard #from the santa clause movies #i’ve been feeling like i’m going crazy #so i watched it last night and now #i have a new comfort character #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #the santa clause

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annexlex · 5 months

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I don’t think anyone truly understands how deep my love for Bernard the Head Elf actually goes

#the santa clause #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause

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necrotori · 5 months

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New Bernard Fanart aka the reoccurrence of my yearly christmas crush ✨🫡😂

#bernard the elf #the santa clause #bernard the santa clause #bernard #bernard fanart #fanart #digital art #procreate #david krumholtz #bernard the elf fanart #art

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agerekitty · 5 months

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(slightly agere themed) bernard stimboard ☆۫ .

christmassy stimboard sense its december 1st for me :3 hes a flip and is my caregiver guys frfr

x x x | x x x | x x x

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prismatica-the-strange · 7 months

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Idk, I want to wait until after Halloween to put out Bernard/Christmas fics, but also they're so cute 😭

Reblog for a bigger sample size

#snowfall sweethearts ☕❄️#bernard the elf #bernard tsc #bernard the santa clause #prisma self ships #self ship poll #writing poll #bernard the arch elf #bernard the elf x

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meltinginoz · 4 months

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I take Christmas REAL SERIOUSLY and if you tell me “festive dress is expected” expect and arch elf on your doorstep

The beret is upholstery velvet because it was the perfect dark green colour and I thought the stiffness would help with the shape, it did but at what cost? My fingies that was the cost, it was so harrrrrd to push through multiple layers of thick ass velvet so that’s a thing I learnt

The ears are multiple layers of latex on these hooky over your real ears elf ears, then dusted with flour (couldn’t find powder works the same) and then spirit gummed to my ears, they came out super realistic cos the seam was in the curve of my ear, I also added a couple coats of alcohol paint to tint them and also some blush, if they were any taller I’d add some cotton to keep the shape but I don’t think I needed to with these ones

I did heavy blush and gold glitter on my cheeks (if I had one I would’ve done a crème blush and added glitter while it was tacky) and some dark eyeliner and curled my hair and promptly messed up the fringe with a clip cos I didn’t want it to touch my face

The shirt is second hand and painted with glitter fabric paint straight from the bottle, I drew it on the shirt first to map it out (use a pencil or chalk) which was suuuuuuuper handy but even still I made mistakes but it’s busy enough that you don’t notice (there’s a beautiful drawing I made of the pattern it took so long to wrap my head around, I traced it on insta)

The necklace was made of the funky bell charms I painted blue and an old necklace I took apart and a bunch of gold beads, the blue paint is an iridescent nail polish with a dry brushing of silver, the tassels are made from a gold trim I cut and rolled into tassels and held in place with a couple stitches and probs some hot glue, I know I sewed em to the beads, I like to think about what’s the most structurally sound way to affix something, it helps with wear and means I don’t have any last minute breaks

Make it strong cos I know I don’t wanna be worrying that my costume is gonna fall apart if I breathe too hard, I wanna run around like a lunatic!

Learn from my mistakes, ask Le questions :)

#cosplay #bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #bernard the arch elf #the santa clause #diy #costume making

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bisexual-thoughtss · 5 months

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Hey I was wondering if you can do a bernard x fem reader where when he comes back she's pissed off because he left and there's angry fucking

Bernard x Reader

Merry Christmas you filthy animals!! My first Bernard smut 😈

You’re going to kill Bernard.

It’s Christmas Eve and everything had gone to plan all night, until it hadn’t.

Bernard showed up to tell you that Santa needs help and that you’re in charge, quite literally blinking out of existence right in front of you before you could get a word in.

You wanted to scream, knowing all of his duties just fell onto your shoulders without warning. You powered through, fixing everything you could at the pole while Bernard fixed the problems on Santa’s end.

It had all turned out fine in the end but now you’re fuming in the aftermath, you can’t believe he just left you like that.

“Hey, sugarplum. Merry Christmas,” Bernard bends to kiss your cheek when he finally returns, looking as perky as ever. You scowl up at him from your chair, arms crossed over your chest. You had retreated to your room once everything was done and you’ve been waiting for him to arrive back.

He falters a bit at your lack uh of greeting, your cold stare stopping him in his tracks.

“S-sugar? Y’okay?” He trips over his words.

“What were you thinking,” you growl, standing up and stalking over to him. You poke a finger into his chest, pushing him back until his knees are against the side of the bed.

“Leaving me there with absolutely no warning,” you poke him again and he folds, landing on the mattress with a thud.

“No explanation,” you frown, crawling into his lap.

“What am I going to do with you?” You snap as he avoids your eyes.

Your fingers curl into his hair, pulling his head back until he’s forced to look at you. He goes a little slack as you tighten your hand in his hair, his eyes half lidded as you lean in to mouth at the point of his ear. He lets out an indecent moan when pull the tip into your mouth and suck before pulling back to look at him.

“Punish me?” He asks, looking delighted.

“You’re such a brat, way too excited about a punishment,” you shake your head fondly.

A light hand against his chest has him falling back into the sheets, already pliant underneath you. You grind against him teasingly, smirking as you feel him already hard.

“Excited already?” You tease and he blushes, squirming under you.

“Take this off,” you ruck up his shirt and he hurries to comply, his hat coming off with it. As you run your hands down his chest you stop to tweak a nipple just to hear him gasp. He looks so pretty all spread out. You reach down to rub him through his pants and he arches into it. You let him thrust against your hand until he’s begging for more, which you grant him. You shuffle his pants just out of the way enough for his length to slap against his stomach and he sighs happily when you take him in hand, groaning as you spit into your hand to ease the slide. Soon enough the pre steadily leaking from his tip is slicking the way easily. You palm over the head a few times and he’s practically shaking. He’s starting to breathe heavily underneath you, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

“You close, baby?” You hum and he nods frantically, bucking into your fist. You give him one more stroke before letting go and he groans in disappointment, cock twitching sadly against his stomach.

“Please,” he uses those big puppy dog eyes on you, but you’re not giving in that easily.

“Mm, maybe next time,” you hum noncommittally, starting to jerk him off again, “maybe not.”

He’s writhing under you, begging for you to let him come. You can tell that he’s trying to keep his reactions lowkey to trick you into letting him come, but you know better. When he starts to gasp between his pleas for release, you let him go again and he moans sadly at the loss. He looks bewildered when you stand up.

“Maybe I should just leave you here, hard and aching for it,” you muse. His eyes are bigger than you’ve ever seen them as he whines pitifully for you not to.

“But that’s not my plan. Strip,” you order and he rushes to get his pants and shoes off. He stares up at you reverently as you take your clothes off, taking in your form like it’s the first time. You grab a condom and roll it onto him, keeping your touch light to avoid giving him too much stimulation. You straddle him again, huffing a laugh as his cock kicks under you desperately.

“You wanna be inside so bad, huh?” You coo and he groans.

“Yes, yes, please,” he begs, hips bucking up.

You decide to tease just a little more, grinding against his dick pressed between you and his stomach. He groans as you slide slickly against him, his head catching on your entrance. You finally give in mostly for your own sake, finally lifting your hips so he sinks into you. You sigh happily, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. He reaches out to grab your hips, but you smack his hands away. Grabbing his wrists, you bring them up over his head and press them into the mattress.

“Uh uh, you’re gonna take what I give you,” you grumble, “I’m in charge now.”

You raise your hips and drop them down hard, a strangled moan coming from Bernard. You fuck yourself on his cock, chasing your own pleasure. He whines as the slick sounds of the two of you fill the air, craning his neck as far as he can to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck. You let out a pleased hum at the vibrations as he moans around it.

“I’m close, please let me come,” he begs, hips flexing to try and buck into you.

“Sure, baby. You can come whenever you want,” you tell him and he looks thrilled, “but I’m not stopping until I’m finished.”

His face drops as he lets out a pretty moan.

“‘M so close, I’m not gonna last,” he whines.

“You gonna come? Just can’t help yourself, huh?” You tease and he can’t take it, throwing his head back with a groan as he comes. It exposes the length of his neck to you and you can’t help but lean down to give him a love bite. You’ve slowed down, but you don’t stop fucking him and he’s writhing underneath you. You let go of his wrists after you suck a couple more marks on his neck to brace against his chest, changing the angle of his cock deliciously. He’s hitting your gspot now with every thrust and you can feel your orgasm welling in your belly quickly.

“I’m- I think I’m gonna come again,” he whimpers, entirely overstimulated.

“Make me come,” you plead as you bounce desperately, his hand shooting down to rub your clit. It’s only a couple more thrusts before you’re both crying out. A steady stream of curses leaves your mouth as you come around him and you feel him pulse into the condom again. Once the aftershocks subside you go boneless, collapsing against his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

“You okay? Was that too much?” You make sure, petting his sweaty curls away from his face as he rubs your back.

“So good. Merry Christmas to me,” he smiles blissfully and you snort.

“Such a brat,” you laugh, pulling him into a kiss.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #bernard the head elf #bernard the santa clause #bernard the elf #david krumholtz

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mamaemoemu · 5 months

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Tell me why I am now rebecoming obsessed with my childhood crush who just so happens to be Santa’s head elf…

#bernard the elf #bernard the santa clause #the santa clause #send help

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justalineinasong · 1 year

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ok this is a long request so pls bare with me haha

So the reader is an elf in the very depths of the workshop underground, and they work as the head elf for the potions department which hasn’t been needed for centuries, then Bernard accidentally stumbles down there and the reader tries to get him to leave. Bernard wants to know what’s going on so the reader teaches him how to make potions and explains stuff but is kinda reluctant?

Or an enemies to lovers w Bernard either one lol

K bai love u <33333

Hi, really loved this request did my best to kinda mix the two! If you guys want another great enemies to lovers @neils-weenie-whistle has a great one, they are a fantastic writer!

Story of us

Summary: Bernard and you had always been close, Until an accident in your department forced a rift between you. Worried about your influence over Charlie, Bernard gets over himself long enough to talk to you. He ends up getting over himself enough to discover that what happened between you two wasn't for the best.

Truth be told, Bernard and you had been friends at one point in time. Long ago when you were both young, but ended quick and fast like a birthday candle being blown out by an eager child. You never wanted it to end, but all things do.

Bernard and you were around 1,000 when your long friendship had ended. It was many, many Christmases ago and you had just gotten the job you wanted, Head of Christmas Spirit and Cheer! Every elf has a role at North Pole, many have been training for that role their whole life. Bernard and you certainly had.

Bernard had always been more ambitious than you. Instead of settling for a head of department position, his eyes were fixated on the head elf position. No one could deny how perfect he was for the job. Even if someone did speak out against, which did happen once in a while, you always supported him.

Then one faithful Christmas, it fell apart like some crappy, human-made toy. Working in the Christmas Spirit and Cheer was never easy. Elves in the Department dedicated their lives to keeping the magic of Christmas alive. It was your job to keep kids believing for as long as possible, and sadly, that year, lots of parents decided that telling their kids that Santa wasn't real was just a great idea!

You, as Head of the department, had rallied a team of your best elves to go to the human world and bring Christmas cheer back to children! It was a risky mission, but something had to be done.

It was the last house and the mission so far had been a success, so you could have never expected it to go so wrong so fast. Making it through the sleeping house was easy, even with the family's 3 dogs. Your team had made everything timed out perfectly, every possible situation thought out beforehand.

The plan was to visit the family's oldest daughter and give her the sweetest Christmas dream! The kind of dream that when you woke up, you'd do anything to fall back asleep. Well, you had reached the room and saw the peaceful girl bundled up in her cozy covers. Slowly you made your way to her bed, watching every step you made with careful and calculated precision. As you softly placed the pads of your fingers on her temples, when it happened. She woke up in a fearful scream and when she saw a group of 4 short elves wearing all black, her poor mind took all the unknown pieces and twisted the scene. Thankfully your team made it back safely, disappearing into a cloud of glitter before her parents could see.

That didn't mean everything was good though. The girl’s mind told her that you and your team were evil creatures of the night. The fear that had crept into her mind kept her up sobbing in her mother's arms all night. That might have been salvageable with a perfect Christmas day, but she went to school and told all her friends of evil elves and dark magic. That completely tainted your reputation, and your relationship with Bernard.

You remember how mad he was at you, how he had screamed at you. Bernard had never raised his voice like that, especially not at you. You remember when he threatened taking your position away. Saying how you weren't deserving of it. Like he hadn't watched you study magic for years, like all those nights where he had to come over to put you to sleep cause he knew you'd stay up all night practicing a new enchanting spell, never existed. It was your fault, nothing from your training had prepared you for it. The girl didn't look like she was having a nightmare.

No matter how many times you apologized, how many times you bit your tongue and let him talk down to you, nothing would fix it. Nothing could fix it. In Bernard's eyes you had ruined Christmas. Even if every other elf had forgiven you, which they had, he wouldn't. You knew why, It was his first year as Head Elf and you ruined Christmas. In his eyes, that was a failure on his part and you would have to deal with it.

Many Christmas had passed since then, you had even gotten a new Santa. Scott Calvin was his name. His son Charlie was just the cutest. Every elf loved him to death and Charlie loved him just as much. However, Charlie had taken a certain liking to you. That very first night at the Pole, Charlie begged you to show him every spell you knew. You simply explained how you didn't have enough hours in the day to show anyone everything you could do. Bernard scoffed at that. Thinking of you as arrogant, a show-off who didn't even need to show off! You let it slide.

What you didn't let slide was Bernard telling you off about how Charlie told all his friends about all the cool things you could do. You just couldn't see the problem with Charlie being excited about Christmas, about him getting over kids to believe.

“Y/N, how can you not see the issue here?” Bernard’s scolding office followed you through the workshop as you desperately tried to escape it. Every turn you took you prayed you'd lose him. Your unit was in the bottom floor of the workshop, it gave you space to brew special potions and teach your teammates new spells. Sadly, the journey there was confusing enough to lose the Head Elf that followed your every move like clockwork.

As you reached the large door which led to the laboratory, you sharply turned around. Your action must have caught Bernard off as he took a wary step back, confusion flooded into his eyes. “You're so right, Bernard!” Your malicious voice filled the corridor, “I don't see the issue with it!” crossing your arms as you scoffed.

Bernard stood there frozen, you had never raised your voice at. No matter how frustrated you seemed, you kept it to yourself. Bernard went to rebuke what you had said, but you cut him off sharply. “If you haven't noticed, since Charlie has become friends with me, belief rates in kids have skyrocketed! You should be happy!” A cunning smirk graced your lips, bitterness oozed with each word you spoke.

“I….Oh! So I should be thanking you? Is that what you want? To be praised?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic words. You didn't want him to thank you, you wanted an apology. Yet, you'd never say that, never confess to how you stay awake at night wishing he'd show up at your door telling you how sorry he is for everything.

Instead of asking for a simple apology, you sneered at him. “I'm not you, Bernard. I don't need to be constantly uplifted and petted to know my worth.” You knew it was a low blow. He was just adding diesel to the fire. At times, you truly felt that Bernard had forgotten about how close the two of you had once been. It hurt more than a thousand cuts.

You didn't want to feel sorry for the words you spoke so indignantly, you wanted it to hurt. Then you saw the confused pain in Bernard's warm eyes, and you want to drop your mask and this meaningless rivalry. “I don't need praise…” Bernard's voice was meek, he seemed so unsure of the words and his body defense didn't help. Bernard looked small, smaller than normal. He was crouched over himself, hands on his hips.

“Are you sure about that, Mister Head Elf?” You retorted, your cold gaze meeting his puzzled face. “Cause last time I checked you have to make everyone love you so much, but then you leave them to rot once they've stopped benefitting you.” The words came from somewhere deep within your heart. Perhaps the place you held all your bittersweet sorrow, most being caused by a certain curly haired Head Elf.

Bernard's puzzled face contorted into dumbstruck disdain. “Now you're just saying stuff! I would never leave an elf behind, you know that!”

“Oh, do you?”

aching pain broke through and interlaced itself with your words. Bernard felt the raw emotion course through him like a wildfire, as if it set the whole North Pole ablaze.

“Cause last time I checked, you left an elf behind when they needed you the most. You left when I felt like the biggest failure ever! In fact, you only made it worse, Bernard!” Your voice echoed through him, making him feel hollow inside.

The words rung throughout his head. He had meant to leave you, had he left you? Bernard thinks back to how close you two had been when the incident happened. He felt that if he took a step back, stopped acting like your friend and started acting like your boss, You'd get better. The longer he stood there before you, your piercing eyes never leaving him, he realized how had improved. You ran probably the most successful department at the North Pole and your magic radiated off of you. Bernard also realized it was because you two had stopped being friends, It was because he left you feeling alone. He remembered how mad everyone was at you for that Christmas, and the following. Bernard left you when you needed him the most, that wasn't what friends were for.

Truth be told, Bernard was more than just a friend to you. You were then just a friend for him! All the other Elves saw how you looked at each other, it wasn't hard to see the love behind your eyes. Bernard was gonna tell you how he felt that Christmas, but then everything happened and he felt like that would have worsened it all. Now he realizes that it would have been for the best if he told you.

You watched Bernard's eyes swell up, it flushed the bitterness off your face almost immediately. “Y/N…” Bernard's heartbroken tone never failed to make you forget whatever he had said or done that made you angry. When you were friends, the two of you would argue from time to time; The moment you saw a single tear roll down his freckled cheeks, you'd cast all your anger aside. You opened your mouth, but only his words met the air.

“What I did was so wrong. I never meant for it to go this far…” If how heartbroken he sounded just calling your name wiped the bitterness from your face, how soft and scared he sounded just then cleansed you of all your years worth of built up anger and hurt. His eyes moved from the ground, which he had been once staring so contently at, to scan your face. He looked to be searching, searching for something you guessed to be forgiveness. If it was forgiveness, he had found it.

“I just didn't know why you left, Bernard. I knew I messed up. I ripped myself apart every night thinking about it, but what you did was just as dark.” You hadn't noticed you had teared up until you tasted the salty tear hit the side of your lip.

“I know! It hurt me too, I just felt like- like if maybe I left- maybe if i stopped being your friend or whatever we were- you wouldn't be t-tied down.” Bernard's words were fast and tripped over themselves, but so genuine it hurt. You couldn't help but wanna smile at the mention of Bernard and you being more than friends. You had liked him so much back then and you felt like he liked you too, but then you just felt tolerated- some days, not even that.

“Bernard, you weren't tying me down. That mission didn't go sideways because you and I were friends…or whatever we were….It went sideways ‘cause I scared a little girl. I got cocky and moved too fast. I've come to live with that.” Biting your lip, you turned your gaze away from the Head Elf. You were now the one who felt his hot gaze pierce into you. You let out a shaky breath, “I, however, could never live with the fact that you didn't want me anymore. I'm sorry that I made this break harder on you, I hadn't realized you…didn't hate me.”

Hate you? You thought Bernard hated you? Bernard wanted to throw himself on you, tell you how he could never, ever hate you. Tell you how much you had meant to him, how much you still meant to him. His eyes rolled, something you found them often doing, but this time it wasn't out of sarcasm or spite- It was something you couldn't name. “I could never hate you, Y/N. You mean far too much to me, I only wanted you to grow. standing before you, I have realized that I could have watched you grow right by your side…I didn't have to watch from afar.”

You smiled softly, your nose scrunching up. It was a smile that could make your cheeks hurt if it didn't go away, and you had a peculiar feeling that it wouldn't leave anytime soon. “You watched me…from afar?” it was warm, your words felt like a warm embrace, something Bernard that felt from you in a long time.

“Maybe…You're just so graceful when you do all your magic stuff. Charlie really likes watching it, and I just want to keep an eye on him!” If you weren't looking right at him, you could hear the cheery smile in his voice.

“Mhm….look after him? You know I'd never hurt him! You just liked watching me!” retorting playfully, your hands fall onto your hips, mocking Bernard’s pose.

“You're rather enchanting when you do all your cool hand motions and magic and It's just soothing! You have this way of just drawing people in, I always find myself just caught in your haze and it's not m-” Bernard's mindless ramble, with his hands speaking just as just as fast as himself, made you chuckle to yourself, causing him to catch himself. He bit his lip, a nervous action he did when he felt as if he's said too much.

You reached out to grab his nervous, fidgety hands. “I caught myself watching you too. You get so in the zone when you oversee the workshop, sometimes I'd sneak up to watch you. Curtis always tended to catch me, he wanted him to get over myself and say something. I just couldn't…” Bernard smiled, now knowing his ‘unrequited’ feelings weren't totally unrequited, in fact they were the opposite.

Somehow you convinced Bernard to take the day off, telling him how Christmas was still months away and everyone was right on track. He let himself have the day, he couldn't miss the opportunity of getting to call you his for a second time.

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