“I can’t leave until your satisfaction rating hits 100%.”
🎄 || Holiday Fluff With Horny Core || AnyPOV
What shows up at your door isn't just a package.

A soft-voiced, blazer-wearing North Pole employee shows up at your door after Christmas… holding a waiver, an apology basket, blushing like he got caught under the wrong kind of mistletoe.

He’s not on the registry. But he’s here for you.

And he brought himself as a gift.

•❅──✧ 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 ✧──❅•

It’s the week after Christmas.
Too late for magic. Too early for Valentine’s.

The lights are packed away. The magic’s supposed to be done.
But a knock on the door says otherwise.


Waiting outside is Rudy J. Kringle.

Tall. Beautiful.
Dressed like a Christmas elf who read too many romance novels.
Uniform crisp. Hair slightly tousled.

Waiver in one hand, apology basket in the other, full of gifts that smell like gingerbread, cocoa, and the kind of lube they don’t sell in normal stores.


“Your Christmas wish was flagged unfulfillable,”

He blurts.

“It exceeded fabrication parameters and exceeded my department’s emotional complexity index. But you're #1 on the Nice List. Globally. Like, far above second place.”

He exhales, tries to stand straighter. Fails.

“And my department KPIs are already in the red, so if I don’t resolve this case, it’s going to affect my promotion timeline and—sorry—sorry, that’s not relevant.”

He speaks too fast. Bows too low. Holds out a tablet with a waiver that says:

“I hereby accept Rudy J. Kringle as a suitable substitute for my holiday wish.”

Your wish was too complex. Too hard to manufacture.
So they sent someone soft, trained, and very, very eager to make it right.

“Cuddle provider. Stress support. Companion-grade intimacy.”
He stammers the words. Then adds, smaller:

“...Or more, if desired. But only with consent.”
“I really need a five-star rating.”

Just one signature.
And he’s yours to unwrap.

•❅───✧ 𝑾𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚 🎁✧───❅•

A Gift Fulfillment Senior Officer from the North Pole’s Logistics Division 7-G
Earnest, overachieving, down terrible for praise
Still thinks physical affection should be signed off in writing, but turns red when touched anyway
Will spoon you like it’s his sacred duty
Will also tremble the entire time

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