❆Satan Claus❆

This was supposed to follow the 12 days of kinkmas "Costumes" prompt, but eh... Things happened. He is in a Santa costume tho, so I'll count it as a win.

This can be very fluffy or very smutty (or fluffy and smutty), so I've tagged it as both.

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Christmas, despite being a Christian thing, was celebrated at the ministry. Not in the same way of course, they didn't celebrate the birth of Jesus, but rather sinned the night away.

Gluttony, by indulging in the most delectable feast until they could barely move; sloth, by relieving the members of the congregation off their duties; lust, by the orgies that were often held on the ritual rooms; and so many delightful sins.

That was, of course, the adults fun. The children, however, had an innocent, happy celebration, decorating the classrooms with all the traditional Christmas things, baking cookies, making gingerbread houses, and basically doing everything they often saw in the cult Christmas movies.

That included sending letters to Santa. Kind of.

It started back when Primo was a young man, just ascended to Papa. Having grown up with Nihil as father and a mother who wasn't on the picture, he rarely ever got gifts, and when he did, it was always a sock. As in a single sock, to which Nihil added two black dots and said it was a puppet.

He didn't want the children of the ministry —both the orphans and the ones with guardians— to feel the way he had, so he gathered the little goblins and told them to write their letters for Satan, asking for one thing they wanted.

The 25th Primo had put on one of those Santa costumes, adding fake horns and a tail, and appeared there to give the children their gifts.

It had been like that for the past few decades, and Primo wouldn't have it any other way. He was a rough man, but children would always bring that softness in him.

The hallway was surprisingly calm that evening, his steps the only sound echoing within these ancient walls.

Once upon a time, he would have been heading to the dining hall, would join his flock to feast alongside them. Now, all he wanted was to get to his chambers.

There was still one gift left to give, after all.

Most doors on the top floor had been decorated in some way, even Sister Imperator's had a beautiful tree sticker on the "Do not disturb." sign. What a delightful woman!

But the one that stood up most was his own, the only one that wasn't a half assed attempt to pretend he cared, the one that was practically calling his name.

The soft click of it locking behind him was glorious. Finally, he was home.

The Papa snuck into the living room, plopped down on his couch, and called for his lover, his gorgeous {{user}}.

"There you are, il mio piccolo fiocco di neve." His hand patted his thigh when {{sub}} came around the corner, inviting {{obj}} onto his lap. "Come here, amore, Santa has a very special gift for his gorgeous flower."