#had to make them look like xmas lights hehe

[kitten4sannie]

sigh...I'm yearning for sub ateez 🛀

me too girl me tooo *^* all i read is the nastiest subbiest san fics i can find on ao3 and then i just cycle through them all again and again lol they just ✨rejuvenate✨ my soul i swear. also guess whattt :3 i have actually written quite a few subteez fics in the past~~ press on the hearts to explore your options sweet anonnie ^3^ <33

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[babybearnation]

driving home for christmas

⎇oscar piastri x gn!reader - you're spending christmas alone... or are you? (oneshot) ⎇author's note: my first ever oneshot and ofc, it's a gift fic hehe. MERRY CHRISTMAS @koalapastries I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!! (also sorry, i know you're australian but i know nothing about australian xmas so uhhh reader lives in england) ⎇content warnings: crying, implied depression, light angst with a happy ending ⎇word count: 1.1k

Y/n sighs, nudging the fridge door shut with their hip, a few things rattling inside. Christmas steadily ticks closer and closer and they were not looking forward to when the day would actually arrive. For the first time ever, they'd be spending Christmas alone, and they weren't looking forward to it.

Y/n sighs once more before focusing on making their hot chocolate, craving that much needed chocolatey warmth. Maybe it would make them feel better. Probably not, but it was worth a shot, right?

A bleep from their phone pulls their attention away and they look down at the device, placing the milk to one side to pick it up. What greets them is a text from their boyfriend, Oscar, who'd gone home to celebrate Christmas with his family. The message preview is just a simple [image attached]. Y/n smiles softly and unlocks the phone, a frown quickly forming on their face instead mere seconds later.

It's a cute photo - Oscar's got a silly little Santa hat on and there are all manner of tinsel and light decorations behind him - but Y/n feels bitter and jealous. Why couldn't they be there, celebrating with Oscar and his family?

Y/n sends back a few simple hearts before locking the device and turning back to finish making their drink with a heavy sign. They cradle the hot cup in their palms and stare around at their undecorated apartment with tired eyes.

"This holiday season is gonna suck."

"Hey baby." Y/n says, smiling as Oscar's handsome face fills their phone screen. His camera is more pixelated than normal and he appears to be in a car, the occasionally jerk to his body being captured by the camera.

"Hey, sorry. Meant to call you at home but something came up and now I have to go somewhere. Still wanted to call though." Oscar's voice crackles through the speakers, and Y/n smiles softly. It's a bit rough, but it's better than Oscar not calling at all.

"Where you off to?" Y/n asks, tucking their legs under themself as they stare at Oscar's form, albeit a much poorer quality version. Oscar hums distractedly before registering what Y/n had said, a soft blush coating his cheeks. Y/n's eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could possibly have him so distracted?

"Just a last minute visit to a family friend, that's all. Travelling across half of Australia for it." Oscar says and Y/n hums, frowning softly as they avoid looking at the screen. "You okay?" Y/n sighs at that. Why did everyone have to ask them that question all the fucking time?

"Just... first Christmas all alone, remember? Not even a pet to keep me company." Y/n scoffs, tears building in their eyes. They sigh and lift their head up, blinking away tears. "Sorry..."

"Baby, please, don't be sorry. I'm not gonna claim to know how you're feeling but I'm always gonna be here for you. I'll spend as much of my Christmas with you as I can, I promise you that." Oscar says, the endearing sweetness that made Y/n fall for him evident in his voice. When Y/n looks back down at their phone after blinking away the handful of tears that had graced their eyes, they're greeted by a softly smiling Oscar. Seconds later, he turns his phone, his mum appearing on the screen instead.

"Hello sweetie. Keep your chin up, okay? Next year, you can spend it with us if you're still alone." Nicole says, beaming at Y/n. Y/n smiles and chuckles softly, wiping away the new batch of tears that had sprung up out of nowhere. God, why did this make them so emotional?

"Thank you, Mama Piastri. That means a lot." Y/n smiles softly. Nicole smiles and wishes them a Merry Christmas before the camera is filled with Oscar's far too handsome face again. He looks apologetic and Y/n knows he's about to say goodbye. It hurts, but Y/n can't prevent it.

"I gotta go now, okay? I'll talk to you as soon as I can." Oscar says, a genuine sadness staining his expression. Y/n smiles and says their goodbyes, the call ending seconds later. Their phone drops to their lap as tears flood down their face.

Y/n winces as the brightness of their phone screen hits their face and fills their vision. December 25th, 7:18am. Still nothing from Oscar. It had been over an entire day of no Oscar and Y/n was starting to worry they'd scared him off with their crying a few days ago.

With a groan, Y/n rolls out of bed, padding over to the window. They tug open the curtains, taking in the frost-covered grass at the front of their house. A unfamiliar car is parked outside and Y/n grumbles to themself about neighbours not having the courtesy to ask to use the parking space before doing so.

The more they observe the random newcomer car, the more they notice. The driver is still inside, and unlike the other, more familiar cars that dot the street, this one seems relatively unblemished by the ice and frost outside. Y/n furrows their eyebrows before sighing and turning from the window.

"What am I doing?" Y/n murmurs. They cross to their dresser and pull out some clothes when an insistent knocking sounds at the door. They huff and drop their clothes onto their bed before traipsing out of their room.

Seriously, who the fuck was knocking at damn near 7:30am on fucking Christmas Day? Y/n was alone, sure, but no one else they knew was alone and all of their neighbours kept to themselves on Christmas Day. So who the fuck was it?

Y/n tears the door open as they reach it before freezing, eyes wide in shock at who stands before them. "Oscar?"

"Surprise." Oscar says. Y/n doesn't let him speak further after that, diving into his arms. His bags clatter and thud against the floor as he drops them, lacing his arms around Y/n's torso. "You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas all alone, did you?" He whispers into their hair.

Y/n pulls away and cups his face, tears threatening to drip from their lash line. Oscar reaches up and wipes away the dampness, a soft smile on his face. Y/n tugs him into a kiss, not caring who could see. Oscar responds eagerly, fingers dipping below the hem of their shirt, brushing along Y/n's soft skin.

"I love you. I love you so much. I love you, Oscar." Y/n says. It's the first time they've said it, yet they know they mean it with each and every fiber of their being. Oscar smiles and kisses them again, tugging them even closer.

"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas."

© all rights to babybearnation 2024.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hihiiii tis i the one and only soupiie!!

okay, i LOVED that domestic tyler fic with the xmas livestream and was wondering if you'd make fluffy josh x reader where she's seen by fans at a concert and take pics with them and then while josh is running to his b stage drumkit, he kisses her and the fans take pics. then maybe after the concert some fluff with josh and tyler.

love love loooveee your writing, please never stop, its one of the few things keeping me sane rn 🧡🧡🧡

Barrier Kisses - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 1087

A/N: RAHH LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Hello soupiiiie!! Thank you for requesting something! I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing. It's kinda hard to keep it up considering how my requests have been fewer and fewer but I'm trying :) Please request another piece!!

The energy in the arena was nothing short of magical. I could feel it in my chest, the heavy thrum of bass and the sea of voices singing along with Tyler as the show reached its halfway point. The Clancy Tour was in full swing, and the fans were louder than ever — their excitement so infectious, I found myself smiling without even realizing it.

I stood tucked off to the side of the stage, close enough to watch Josh's every move but far enough to stay out of the spotlight. Tyler was on the main stage, delivering one of his iconic speeches, hyping the crowd up before Routines in the Night. Meanwhile, Josh was preparing for his run to the B-stage, ready for the song to start while Tyler stood under the stage with Mark.

I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill every time I saw Josh on stage, the way his presence just filled the entire arena. It wasn’t just the drumming, though that was always mesmerizing — it was the way he connected with the fans, like each beat he hit meant something to them. And to me.

Lost in the moment, I barely noticed the small group of fans standing near the barrier who had spotted me. I wasn’t exactly trying to keep a low profile, but I didn’t expect them to recognize me. Their eyes went wide, and then one of the girls waved me over, excitement practically bursting from her.

“Are you Josh’s girlfriend?” she asked, voice high-pitched with nerves but sweet as ever.

I felt my face flush, but I smiled. “Yeah, I am.”

Immediately, phones were pulled out and I laughed softly, shaking my head. I wasn’t exactly used to the attention, but it was kind of cute how excited they were. They asked for a few pictures, and I couldn’t say no. The girls were so kind, gushing about how much they loved Josh, and it made me proud to know that he had fans like them.

“Can we get a picture with you?” another girl asked.

“Of course!” I agreed, stepping over closer to the barrier and posing with them.

We chatted a bit about the tour, their favorite songs, and how long they’d been following the band. I could tell how much the show meant to them, and it made my heart swell knowing Josh and Tyler could bring that kind of joy into people’s lives.

“Do you think we could get a picture of you and Josh?” one of them asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

I laughed, feeling my face heat up again. “I think he’s a little busy for that right now,” I said, glancing back toward the stage where Tyler was winding down his speech. Josh was waiting in the wings, just a few feet away, already prepared to make his sprint toward the B-stage.

Right on cue, the lights shifted, casting everything in deep reds and golds, the perfect backdrop for his run. I turned to see Josh glance over at me, that unmistakable smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat. It always did when he looked at me like that — like I was the only person in the room.

And then, without warning, he started jogging over.  The fans around us squealed in surprise, and my eyes widened as he came closer.

He didn’t stop running, just slowed enough to lean in and press a quick kiss to my lips. It was so fast but so sweet, leaving me blushing as the fans around us erupted into excited cheers.

The sound of phones clicking and capturing the moment filled the air, and I was half-laughing, half-shocked by how casual Josh had made it all seem. He just flashed me another grin and took off again, heading toward the B-stage to continue the show as if nothing had happened.

My heart raced as I turned back toward the fans, who were all wide-eyed and giggling, holding up their phones like trophies.

“Did you see that?” one of them gasped. “That was so cute!”

I just laughed, feeling giddy myself. “Yeah, he's… kind of perfect, huh?”

The rest of the concert felt like a blur. Every time Josh’s drum beats echoed through the arena, I could feel the memory of that quick kiss lingering in my mind. And from the way the fans nearby kept sneaking glances at me, I knew they'd be talking about it for weeks.

After the show, the backstage area was quieter, though still buzzing with the after-show energy that always seemed to linger. I made my way through the halls, weaving past crew members and friends until I found Josh in the green room, towel around his neck, sweat still glistening on his skin from the performance. Tyler was with him, lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“There she is!” Josh beamed, pushing off the arm of the couch to meet me halfway. He pulled me into a warm, post-show hug, the kind that always made me feel like home.

“You really kissed me in front of everyone?” I teased, poking him in the chest as I looked up at him, but I couldn’t hide the smile on my face.

Josh chuckled, his hand coming up to brush a stray hair from my face. “Couldn’t help it,” he said, eyes soft. “I saw you there, and I just… had to.”

Tyler snorted from the couch. “Real smooth, Josh.”

Josh rolled his eyes, still grinning. “You’re just jealous because Jenna’s not here tonight.”

Tyler held up his hands in mock defense. “Hey, I’m just saying — it was pretty bold, man. Risky move, but I respect it.”

I laughed, leaning into Josh’s side, his arm wrapping around me protectively. “Well, the fans loved it,” I said, thinking back to all the excited faces and cameras. “They were snapping pictures like crazy.”

Josh leaned down and kissed the top of my head, softer this time, a little more private. “Good,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ll make it a habit.”

Tyler groaned dramatically. “Please, spare us.”

Josh just grinned wider, pulling me closer as we all sank into the easy, comfortable feeling that came after a successful show. It was moments like this — the quiet in the storm, the laughter and love we shared — that made everything worth it.

And as I rested my head against Josh’s shoulder, I couldn’t help but think that this life, this wild, crazy life with him, was more than I could’ve ever dreamed of.

//

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𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ

i had so much fun with the smut prompts that i am now gonna do some sfw ones and make them festive since it's xmas soon hehe!

𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 .ᐟ

each prompt will be crossed out once it is requested; i will not respond to requests with used prompts!

format should look like this: xmas prompt + dialogue prompt (fluff, angst, or both!) + member (also group if some members share the same name as a member from a different group i write for). any requests not in this format will be disregarded!

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸! 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴!

𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 (taken from this list!) .ᐟ

¹⁾ tangled lights ²⁾ fresh gingerbread ³⁾ secret santa ⁴⁾ hidden bunches of mistletoe  ⁵⁾ a broken bauble ⁶⁾ spiced mulled wine ⁷⁾ knitted jumpers ⁸⁾ iced sugar cookies  ⁹⁾ cheap tinsel ¹⁰⁾ snow angels  ¹¹⁾ hot chocolate  ¹²⁾ carols  ¹³⁾ fireplaces laden with stockings  ¹⁴⁾ sleigh rides  ¹⁵⁾ clumsily-made gingerbread houses  ¹⁶⁾ scraps of wrapping paper ¹⁷⁾ a roaring fireplace ¹⁸⁾ candy canes ¹⁹⁾ candlelit churches  ²⁰⁾ old holiday movies  ²¹⁾ familiar festive music  ²²⁾ stacks of cards ²³⁾ red wax candles  ²⁴⁾ christmas eve ²⁵⁾ badly-wrapped presents ²⁶⁾ nutcrackers  ²⁷⁾ illuminated stained glass ²⁸⁾ paper stars  ²⁹⁾ gingerbread men ³⁰⁾ thick, pure snow  ³¹⁾ holly wreaths  ³²⁾ lit lanterns  ³³⁾ fluffy socks ³⁴⁾ sweet-smelling candles  ³⁶⁾ snow globes  ³⁷⁾ flannel pajamas ³⁸⁾ glittery baubles ³⁹⁾ a santa hat ⁴⁰⁾ a sky heavy with snow  ⁴¹⁾ homemade dinners  ⁴²⁾ last-minute gift shopping  ⁴³⁾ cold evenings  ⁴⁴⁾ fresh-baked cinnamon rolls  ⁴⁵⁾ craft fairs  ⁴⁶⁾ ice rinks  ⁴⁷⁾ fragrant pine trees  ⁴⁸⁾ christmas cactuses  ⁴⁹⁾ bear hugs  ⁵⁰⁾ family dinners 

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (taken from this list!) .ᐟ

¹⁾ you're fucking kidding me, right? ²⁾ stop. just -- stop. ³⁾ you don't care about anyone but yourself. ⁴⁾ you were a mistake. ⁵⁾ hit me, then. ⁶⁾ fuck you. ⁷⁾ get fucked. ⁸⁾ screw you, dude. ⁹⁾ i swear to God if you don't shut up . . . ¹⁰⁾ don't fucking touch me. ¹¹⁾ do us both a favor and just die. ¹²⁾ you're a joke. ¹³⁾ you really think you have the upper hand? ¹⁴⁾ you'll have to kill me, then. ¹⁵⁾ i wasted so much time on you. ¹⁶⁾ i saw what you did. ¹⁷⁾ i'm going to turn you in. ¹⁸⁾ you can't hide from the truth. ¹⁹⁾ the law will catch up to you, just wait and see. ²⁰⁾ you must think you're untouchable. ²¹⁾ your secret is out. ²²⁾ are you threatening me? ²³⁾ am i supposed to be afraid of you? ²⁴⁾ you don't scare me. ²⁵⁾ was that your plan? ²⁶⁾ you're pathetic. ²⁷⁾ how do you live with yourself? ²⁸⁾ how do you sleep at night?

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (taken from this list) .ᐟ

¹⁾ "You're breathtaking." ²⁾ "I love it when you laugh." ³⁾ "If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week." ⁴⁾ "I never want to forget this moment." ⁵⁾ "Here, take my jacket." ⁶⁾ "Wanna bet?" ⁷⁾ "I brought you dinner." ⁸⁾ "Let me hold it for you." ⁹⁾ "Here, let me help you." ¹⁰⁾ "How did I get so lucky?" ¹¹⁾ "You're the best thing to have ever happened to me." ¹²⁾ "I will never leave you." ¹³⁾ "You have such a beautiful smile." ¹⁴⁾ "Talk to me." ¹⁵⁾ "I got you." ¹⁶⁾ "You look really good in my shirt." ¹⁷⁾ "Come back to bed." ¹⁸⁾ "Hold me." ¹⁹⁾ "I dreamed of you." ²⁰⁾ "Have I told you 'I love you' today?" ²¹⁾ "I'm so lucky to have you." ²²⁾ "I missed you." ²³⁾ "Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?" ²⁴⁾ "You live in my head rent-free." ²⁵⁾ "I've seen the way you look at me." ²⁶⁾ "I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say." ²⁷⁾ "You make me nervous." ²⁸⁾ "You make me feel safe." ²⁹⁾ "You're so cute I could just kiss you right now!" ³⁰⁾ "Not to be dramatic, but… I would jump off a cliff for you." ³¹⁾ "What I'm trying to say is… I like you." ³²⁾ "Did you just confess your feelings to me?" ³³⁾ "Will you stay the night?" ³⁴⁾ "You drive me mad."  ³⁶⁾ "I love you so much it physically hurts." ³⁷⁾ "I will stop loving you when apples start growing on mango trees." ³⁸⁾ "So… are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?" ³⁹⁾ "All I can think of is you." ⁴⁰⁾ "Put your lips on mine." ⁴¹⁾ "I can't be without you." ⁴²⁾ "Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me." ⁴³⁾ "How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?" ⁴⁴⁾ "You're my kryptonite." ⁴⁵⁾ "I can't say no to those eyes." ⁴⁶⁾ "You're so cute when you get angry." ⁴⁷⁾ "I will never get tired of you." ⁴⁸⁾ "I'd like my good morning kiss now, thank you very much" ⁴⁹⁾ "I'm proud of you." ⁵⁰⁾ "You remembered?"

[xxsycamore]

You heard this before.. hehe. Napoleon x Wellington x Alexander + Dec 12 prompt

I really needed those almost 2k words of self-indulgence.....thank you So much for requesting this and for contributing to the idea, hehe. Happy holidays and I hope you like it! Beloved OCs by @batteryrose ​.

Methods of War [ Napoleon/Arthur Wellesley/Aleksander I Pavlovich (OC) SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count:   1,812

Tags:    Threesome - M/M/M; Polyamory; Humor; a very rare angry Napo; Light Bondage; Historical Inaccuracy (because we use xmas lights as a plot device); Nipple Play; Neck Kissing; Orgasm Denial; Riding; Anal Sex; Blow Jobs; Body Worship; Banter

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen  [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8] [DAY 9] [DAY 10] [DAY 11]

DAY 12 - Winter wonderbang body worship

The combination of upcoming holidays and Saint Germain's mansion having one too many guests rooms could only possibly result in one thing: a very crowded mansion.

Not that Napoleon minds having people around, no, he's never been the type. It's just that, those guests are typically invited by the residents. He doesn't remember inviting a certain Alexander Pavlovich.

"I still insist that my idea would most definitely work out better. What do you think, Arthur?"

Or Arthur Wellesley, for that matter. No, this one is fine. He never truly minded him coming over.

Wellesley shifts his gaze to Alex, most obviously avoiding Napoleon's.

"… Yes. Sure."

Alex claps his gloved hands together with closed eyes, content to the moon and back that he won the blond to his side. Napoleon only sighs with a tint of reserved irritation, a white huff of hot air leaving his lips. Of course he is mad that his obviously better plan is getting rejected in favor of a much dumber idea. But more than that, he just wishes to get over with this quickly and go back inside before the snow can pile up and bury them as they lose time in senseless talk.

He moves closer to the building's facade and uses his strength to prop up the ladder to it, assuring that it's on the right place. He then turns around to look at the two men again, waiting for one to take the initiative.

"Oh dear, I think you're far more suited for hard labor than me. Go ahead, Napoleon."

Right. Of course. How could he think that the former tsar would bother with peasant's tasks.

"Fine then. One of you, hold the ladder steadily and the other give me the Christmas lights. We'll have to move the ladder every now and then so make sure you don’t pull on the lights."

"Roger!"

There is certain mockery to Alex's tone but he still commits to the orders, taking a grip of the ladder with both hands. He hums something under his nose, watching Wellesley unwrap layer after layer of the long string of Christmas lights, handing the end of it to Napoleon who starts to climb higher.

The cold wind blows in his face and threatens to ruin his work as he tries his best to keep the string in place. It only reminds him how much better it would have been if they simply listened to him. But no, Alexander had to interfere.

"They won't stay in place. One of you go get some nails and a hammer so I can make hooks for them to hang on."

"Why, I think they would stay. It looks fine to me."

"For God's sake Alexander you've never done anything like this. Can you please just stop talking already?"

"Now, that's not very nice of you to say. I see that you haven't grown any less full of yourself over the years."

"Napoleon, just get over with it quickly. We want to go inside already."

Alex hurries to agree fully with Wellesley as to express his will to remain pacifistic despite openly attacking back Napoleon. He is interrupted by the man on the ladder letting out a vocal grunt of annoyance as the string slips off his hands.

He swears it's too easy to just grab a handful of snow from the roof and throw it right at their faces. It's so damn tempting.

"I get that you two are guests here but Comte entrusted me with decorating outside because no one gives a fuck to do it, it seems. So won't you just shut the fuck up and let me do it already? Arthur go for the damned nails already."

"Why me?"

Napoleon is about to bite his tongue just in order to stop the words "Because princess Alex can't be bothered, that's why". There is a moment of silence and he just makes another attempt to get the stupid thing done without their help. Only, he fails to understand the true meaning of the silence.

Alexander catches Wellesley's gaze, recognizing how fed up he is himself. He gives him a little smile, a knowing and reassuring one, with some deeper meaning behind it that only the two of them know. He tilts his head like asking a secret question.

Wellesley nods.

"You know that if they unhook I'd still have to be the one to put them up, right? So maybe just- AH!"

In a flash, Napoleon feels the steps beneath him slip away and he claws at the roof's edge, taking a deadly drip on it.

He is suddenly hanging in the air.

"WHAT THE HELL ALEXANDER-"

"My, Napoleon don’t act like a fall this close to the ground would kill you. I'm sure you're far tougher than that!"

Legs kicking in the air helplessly, Napoleon huffs out as his hands are on the verge of sliding off the edge. If this is some kind of a sick joke it better end before he demonstrates them just how tough he is.

"You want us to save you? What is the magic word?"

"Merde-Just let me down already! Please-"

Alexander chuckles so vibrantly he feels the need to cover his mouth for a brief moment - but he can't afford to have too much fun, now. With another gesture to Wellington, he wraps his hands around Napoleon's legs and begins lowering him slowly. It's then that Wellington, still holding the lights, begin…what, to wrap them around Napoleon?!

"What the hell are YOU doing now?"

"What's needed to be done. Don't squirm too much, you'll break them."

Napoleon's jade eyes have been through some excessive blinking these past minutes, but this is getting a bit too much. He absolutely has no idea what is happening anymore. For someone going on about how he is not all that in shape, Alex surely does have a strong grip, assuring that he is being held nice and tight without a chance to escape. Not only during the process of wrapping Napoleon in the lights but also in carrying him to the nearby barrack.

Once inside, Alex dusts off his hands, humming in agreement as Wellesley drags Napoleon's body to the center of the room like it doesn't look like a kidnapping scene. Napoleon demands answers but he feels like he'll get these soon either way, as the two men approach and kneel down, Alex behind him and Arthur at the front.

"So? What is this about?"

The few seconds Napoleon and Wellesley hold gazes pass in silence, until suddenly the blond's lips smash against his. The initial surprise vanishes off rather quick, with Wellesley wondering if Napoleon just frankly gave up on being held aback anymore. The way he answers the kiss is just confirming his suspicions.

"No one will look for us for awhile… I suggest you calm down at last and let us help you blow off some steam."

"Is this why you dragged me in here? Can you at least untangle me?"

"No."

"Ahh dear Napoleon, you see, me and Arthur had a little plan for in case you got too bossy. And look what you did now… poor you."

The icy fingers of the man behind him sends a shiver down Napoleon's core, though he is not exactly cold anymore. The snowflakes caught on his inky locks have all melted resembling cold sweat - and these words have the same effect on him. He is not sure why he is being pitied, but it bodes nothing good.

In the meanwhile, Wellesley is determined to kiss the breath out of him. The way he swirls his tongue around Napoleon's is illicit enough to make him instantly pop a boner. It's also illicit enough to leave him in awe of seeing his lover suddenly become like this. Alex is a bad influence.

Napoleon regrets going outside in only a sweater, because it does a poor job of guarding him against Alex's fingers. At least he doesn't get to sense their coldness - but, they still graze his chest and nipples, pebbling them in zero time. Screw having a sensitive chest.

The grunt leaving his lips is drunk down by Wellesley's lips, his hands not staying idle for long as he trails his way down to his bulging pants. He keeps his hand there, rubbing slightly as he finds another target for his kisses, this time his neck.

With his mouth finally unoccupied, Napoleon is free to give voice to his building pleasure, though he'd rather bite on his lip.

"Don't hold back now… see what lovely sounds you're making? I think we should tie you up more often."

"I agree."

Eyes rolling back at how good of a team they are, Napoleon bites back another moan. He tries to rut his hips into Wellesley's hands, but it seems like he won't get a treat so easily, as predicted. Alexander nudges his face into the other crook of his neck, licking a hot stripe on the skin and purposely grunting low against his ear, knowing that it would turn him on further. He knows his weaknesses too well. It's frustrating and a little bit humiliating, too.

"Two on one is not fair, just so you know."

"Ah, but isn't this how we always do it? I thought you were confident in taking us both on."

 Just as Alex said somewhere amidst it, no one should be looking for them for awhile, so they might as well take their time. At first Napoleon thought that he was in for some kind of torture that he got himself into.

A good hour into it, and having his cock ridden by a very feisty Alex, he is starting to think otherwise.

His two lovers have carefully rained his whole body in attention - while keeping him bonded for good, of course. It's like they worship him, coaxing more and more pleasure out of him, but without letting him cum. Napoleon just has to play extra hard and not let out that a little denial only adds to his level of arouse…

"Haah… are you sure that you two aren't just trying to make up for getting me angry?"

Face flushed but jade eyes shining with a newfound spark of confidence, Napoleon stares up at the man straddling him. Something tells him he still hasn't lost the battle, as he watches Alex swear under his breath and come undone. His expression is surprisingly cute in Napoleon's eyes but he blames it at the tint of irritation that he managed to squeeze out of Alex because of his remark. He would've let out another breathless chuckle if it wasn't for Wellesley thrusting his own cock past his lips in attempt to shut him up.

Having these two to deal with doesn't necessary result in disaster, he is just now getting the hang of it.

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